Alice is five minutes to forty. She lives her inconspicuous life and works at a show-off school on the Upper West Side, where she once went herself, thanks to the fame of her father, a science fiction writer. The same father with whom she grew up after her parents' divorce and who is now slowly dying in the hospital.

On the day of her fortieth birthday, Alice drinks too much tequila and passes out, and wakes up on the day of her sixteenth birthday. A time when her knees didn’t creak and she didn’t need anti-wrinkle cream, but most of all she is struck by her father - a young, cheerful, and most importantly, healthy man, the way she, at forty, hardly remembers him.