No one sees the little girl with black cowboy boots get off the ferry walking funny. She says her boots are hot. If you look down on the sidewalk you see bubbled balls of melted boot, molten leather slobber, but no one in Kowloon looks there. No one sees the man behind her a cowboy an American tall thin wiping his face with a blue bandana. Even though his wounds are healed he wipes. No one sees how the bandana turns red even though his wounds are healed, it is miraculous, but no one sees it.