Three couples meet in a hotel to eat and love. They come one after another. And they don’t know that next door, their own husband is sleeping with another, and that their own wife is sleeping with someone else’s husband. But they are actually better matches like this. At least for the time being. But then the light flickers. On and off. Suddenly, Mrs Z has two heads and Mr A doesn’t have a mouth. Mr Y’s heart burns while Mrs A’s petrifies. The world is out of whack: Boulevard Fukushima.