If Hollywood wanted to entrance movie goers with small-town America, the ticketholder could rest assured that the hamlet would model such a place as Sperling, Texas. Just shy of twelve-thousand people, it possesses a charm of a by-gone era. The fact that the bubbly Callie hails from such a Rockwellesque burg is a surprise to no one. Callie Wallace met Richard Cortez in medical school, and they've come back to her hometown to set-up their neurology practice. When there's a suspicious death of a hospitalized patient, Mr. Clyde Murphy, the situation presents a public relations nightmare for the administrator of Lake Sperling Medical Center. The Murphy's are a wealthy, prominent family in the region, and when the fault points to the man's admitting physician, Dr. Callie Wallace, an egregious widow is more than ready to take her pound of flesh. The situation at the hospital is a concern, but it soon becomes clear that Callie Wallace herself is having trouble with reality. Her head-trips can only be described as peculiar and she questions her own sanity. The analytical-minded Callie doesn't want to accept that her visions have any relevance . . . but she's in denial. This is because science dictates that hallucinations are nothing but the perception of a person's truth. In Callie's case, the truth is that bad apples don't fall far from their trees.
