A middle aged single accountant breaks the monotony of his well scripted and comfortable life by jumping off a train while on holidays in a tiny village. Seeking out a motel, the cab driver is very enthusiastic about his home and intimates that the visitor may never want to leave. Getting the same message from the landlady of the inn, he feels both at peace, and ill at ease at the same time. Only staying the one night he awaits the cab the next day to take him to the daily train. When the cab breaks down and he misses the train he is forced to stay another day. Meeting the landlady’s attractive daughter, while out on a stroll, he sprains his ankle forcing him to stay even longer. Is it merely fate that is preventing his departure? Or are the larger forces at play?