A new virus was sweeping the globe. How far would it challenge or sweep aside the endless diseases of desire, of human yearnings—of love, lust, passion, greed, ambition, selfishness, and calamities of poverty, tempest and soullessness?

Mark was soul sick. Once again he was alone, and hence vulnerable. His psyche was howling for a new role in life he could call his own, his soul was screaming to be loved and nurtured. It was at this point that he excavated his own life from the dismal heap of circumstances that surrounded him. Free to spend hours every night chatting to Asian girls on-line in search of a loving companion, he finally met poor Annie, both cute and endearing. He flew to her arms, befriended her family, sent her to college, bought her land, paid expenses…. A year of bliss. Then she changed, for the worse, but he was infected by her poison. A litany of demands followed. He began his search again, and again… Five years later a new virus swept the globe. Annie was in trouble: a pandemic, a typhoon, death, floods that were meant to wash away the virus, brought him back to her. Nonetheless, once again he was alone. All he could have were memories past. Love, it seemed, was a virus, and he was still not immune.