Mimi Shapiro needs to get away. From New York City, from NYU. And from the professor who let things go too far. So when her artist father, Marc, offers his cottage in a remote part of Canada, she gladly hops in her Mini Cooper and drives north. Way up north.
The little house is fairy-tale quaint, and the key is hidden right where her dad said it would be, so she's shocked to find someone already living there—Jay, a young musician, who is equally startled to meet Mimi and immediately accuses her of being the one who's been leaving strange and threatening tokens for him: a dead bird, a snake skin, a cricket soundtrack imbedded in his latest composition. But Mimi has just arrived, so who is responsible? And more alarmingly, what does the intruder want?