Chelsey is making a pilgrimage which she hasn't made in years. Though she has chosen one of the coldest days of the year, she is determined to unearth the precious keepsake box she and Jason, her childhood sweetheart, had buried long ago. As she unsuccessfully hacks away at the frozen ground with her little spade, she is interrupted by an impudent stranger who seems angry to find her there. He demands to know what she thinks she is doing.
When she explains her mission to him, he reluctantly agrees to help her dig. He finally succeeds in removing enough dirt to uncover the box. But to Chelsey's horror, there is nothing there to find. Her box of precious memories has disappeared.
How was that possible, since the only other person who even knew the box existed was dead?
And who is this insolent stranger who has offered to help her? Is this a chance meeting or some strange twist of fate?