After one of the worst years of your life, you do something completely out of character—you book a solo trip to Iceland. No itinerary. No expectations. No friends. Just a suitcase, a rental car, and the desperate hope that putting an ocean between yourself and your problems will somehow make them feel smaller. For the first few days, everything goes wrong. You miss a tour bus. Get caught in a rainstorm. Nearly slide into a snowbank trying to photograph a waterfall. And on your third day, stranded on the side of a remote road with a flat tire, you meet a familiar stranger. At first you don’t recognize him beneath the beanie, heavy winter coat, and scruffy beard. Then he smiles. It’s Zac Efron.