Saxon knows something. People are desperate to know what he knows. But Saxon doesn't know what he knows. Only Kafka can help. In Prague, a man finds himself in possession of way too many memories. Which are true? Who are all these people claiming to know him? Why has he attracted so much attention? Will he ever learn who he really is, what he has done, and why it matters so much to so many people? Also, he has this book he has never read, The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka, that he can't seem to get rid of.