Ten strangers, drawn away out of their normal lives into a stone off the Devon shore. But while the mismatched band waits for the introduction of the hosts -- that the improbably called Mr. and Mrs. U.N. Owen -- that the current weather sours and they find themselves cut off from civilization. Soon, the guests, each fighting with their own conscience, will start to expire -- one by one, in accordance with the rules of this nursery rhyme'Ten Small Soldier antiques' -- a rhyme that succeeds in each room of the home and finishes with the most terrifying words of most:'... and then there were none whatsoever.