At the Station Hotel, Jay doesn't like his guests to mix. And with good reason. They are all damaged in some way, always emotional, and some times physically too. Tonight he looks on paralysed as they all sit playing a game of cards. They're playing to see who will sleep in room 207, a room that's not been slept in for 20 years. A room that should stay locked forever. Soon these strangers will learn a little too much about each other's secrets. Nelson, the vicious little womaniser. Jonathan, the defrocked priest who struggles with the anguish of his past sins. Susie, the beautiful Chinese girl desperate for a reason to live. Arthur, eaten away by thirst for vengeance, each night handcuffing himself to the bed for fear of what he might do, and finally Greta, who came here to write a suicide note that she couldn't finish, and with whom Jay is secretly in love. There is hunger in all of them. Talk of hidden money whets a whole new and desperate menu of appetites. Soon everyone is eyeing one another with deep suspicions, only the darkest of which are founded in truth. Deception, paranoia, back-stabbing and manipulation of circumstances become the order of the day. Then, as day moves into the final night, the fractured lives of all the main characters become entangled in a hilarious and terrifying series of events, that escalate throughout the hotel towards an ultimate and brutally violent climax. There will be blood left in every room, and Jay will be left with the sort of choices he never in his life thought he would have to make. In the meantime, Jay considers each of his guests in turn and wonders if any will live to eat breakfast.