Mae has the simple life she is supposed to, typing memos for the "important” at Memos for the Less. Her hands, however, are suffering as she types day-after-day, sending memos up to the faceless on the 27th floor. But something is missing. Is it her dead end marriage? Or the constant messages she gets from her shallow officemate, or the lingering feeling of abandonment when her father left 36 years ago. It all seems to change when she goes to the Agency for the Lost, a quasi-detective firm with a founder who has a penchant for cigarettes and egg salad sandwiches, who promises to find her dad in the "lost dimension," a place everyone goes who leaves. When he comes back, or the person who she thinks is her Dad, she realizes that longing for the idea of someone isn’t exactly the same idea as the actual person. As her hands and body continue to weaken, she learns from her dad (who may or may not be her dad) that there is another way. A place where she doesn't have to follow the rules that she doesn't get or chase the preverbal carrot to get to the 27th floor. Will she give it all up and leave like her father, or stick around and finally feel "found"?