Somewhere in the backroads of Maine stands a house nobody can find twice in the same place. Locals say it drifts, field to field, town line to town line, choosing where to sit down for the night. Three strangers who shouldn't have gone looking for it - Ethan Blackwell, Mara Whitlock, and Daniel Cross - finally corner it in an overgrown lot at dusk. Inside, the rooms feel wrong in ways they can't name, and when they push open the door at the back of the kitchen, they don't step outside. They step into a year that isn't theirs. Every time the door opens again, it leads somewhere else in time, and the house is in no hurry to let them find their way home.