A woman receives a call from an old lover, Ivan, after 6-months of silence. The last time they were together, she wanted him to make a decision: she was 28, and life wasn't going to move any slower for her. The silence, she presumed to mean he was not going to commit. When he asks her to come to Toronto, she obliges and decides to spend Christmas with him. On her first day with him, he is showing his photographs to two other, unfamiliar women. Though one has a gallery that will be putting up Ivan's photo's in LA, she can't help but think that he was romantically or sexually involved with them. She can't understand why Ivan would call her back after so many months: hadn't he decided? When she confronts him, he merely replies that each person occupies such a small piece of anyone's lives they're with. That on a universal scale, it wouldn't matter who is with who and for how long. That she wouldn't be happy if they had moved in. Eventually, they calm down and put the conversation behind them, content to enjoy their time together. That is until his son has taken ill back home. Though Ivan was content to avoid his ex-wife and son for Christmas, she insists that he see them. He takes off, and she stays in Toronto on Christmas alone and in bed. The next day, a random man comes around into the apartment looking for Ivan. She sits and talks with him about his life, eventually deciding to sleep with him. The next day he leaves, and Ivan returns. She never knew how small a role she had in Ivan's life, but now she began to see how much space he took in hers. Ivan promises to spend a special Christmas with her next year, but she knows that this moment is but a memory that will fade as she grows older; she has moved on.