An early morning in an inner city club starts to meld into the surreal as its smoking area becomes a stage for ghosts of the past, inter-dimensional drug dealers and good old fashion existential dread.

Follow several partygoers at the end of their night as the come to terms with their relationships, their fears and desires, their place in the world, and why the hell this last 5 minutes before closing has gone on for 5 hours.

What happens to these people as they realise 5 AM doesn’t seem to want to arrive, as strange spectres from Australia’s bloody past stalk the dance floor and beings of divine ability begin to posses the people around them. When the fabric of reality starts to melt away and they briefly glimpse the stage their lives exist on and the audience that watches them.

Will any of them even care at this point?