In an undefined location, in a indeterminate time, Guzmán, his sentence completed, starts his shift in a gas station. Every night is a repeat of the previous nights, where he begins a succession of routine motions, tasks and habits. And every night, lost women stop at his gas station to ask him for help. Just help? Guzmán will be the one who, much to his regret, enables them to carry on their way to their fates, until his change of shift comes along. Or until he himself says that he cannot take any more.
