From the banks of the Tyne, via the Spanish Civil War, Malta and the industrialised innards of Sicily's Mt. Etna, Swene's journey is one possessed of unrelenting momentum. Fleeing a murder, he escapes his past but is inevitably drawn back, memory loss and identity crises seemingly in tandem with a future he struggles to comprehend, governed by dark and beautiful women and a watch with two faces that can literally turn back time. Meanwhile, Stalwart, a century earlier, chooses to embroil himself and his underdeveloped journalistic skills in conspiracies both foreign and domestic. An unwitting bit player, he pokes his nose and flaunts his shiny new boots in and about the corrupted guts of Newcastle, presenting himself as a willing fool whilst secretly unearthing the dark and terrible truths of his otherworldly being. Is the sign of the orange propeller a time-travellers' secret sigil, an anarchist codex, or the blurred apparatus of the aerial interloper Stalwart believes to be his real father?