Everything is going for the best. The Welfare State looks after the happiness of all of us. Official happiness. Programmed happiness. As always, Louis could have pretended to ignore the "deregs", the rebels who were systematically de-registered form the Great Central Files and condemned to civil death. As always, he could have closed his eyes to the existence of the "illegs", the children who were born illegally since the introduction of the law on birth limitation. Only it so happens that after thirty-five years of too-loyal service to the police, Louis is taken by the desire to stare the truth in the face at last. And when Johnny, an "illeg" slides his little hand into his big paw, he allows himself to be guided, without hatred, to cross to the other side of the mirror of his illusions. Of our illusions.