(evening time on the active streets of a Boston neighborhood with a pervasive Southeast Asian ambience. a wet, chilled man is combing the area looking for a specific destination. after rattling some locked metal gates across storefronts he asks a female pedestrian for assistance) WU LAN: (in Cantonese. exasperated) Ping-On Street? Will you take me to Ping-On Street? WOMAN: (in Cantonese. hesitant) You want to go to Ping-On Street? (points over his shoulder) Go down... just there... WU LAN: (accepting a warming blanket. in Cantonese) Did any of the others make it? WU LAN: My stomach hurts.