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Julia falls through one of those cracks in life; she's just arrived at a crowded seaside resort with her husband and infant son, they've been driving all day and have barely had time to unpack when she realises she forgot to pack her son's formula, jumps in the car and drives to an all-night chemist's... And then can't find her way back to the apartment they've rented, one of thousands of identical ones. Her purse with her ID and mobile phone is stolen and she's suddenly all alone in an unfamiliar town where she doesn't know anybody, has no way to contact her husband, no way to get cash, no way to find her way back to her own life. Seemingly doomed to become a homeless, crazy woman unless she can somehow figure out a way back.

Except of course, in "reality", she's been in a car wreck and is lying unconscious in a hospital bed, dreaming the whole thing.

Yeah, The Sopranos did it better, partly because we already knew the characters, whereas Sánchez sets up the plot first and lets us get to know the characters afterwards, putting her in the slightly awkward position of establishing them while she's putting them through various trauma and dream sequences. For the most part it works quite well, though, alternating between Julia's and her husband's POV and drawing connections between the two worlds that may, or may not, make perfect sense, and with a feel of creepy, July-basked dread that's always kept low enough to never turn into full-on clichéd horror.