LUCY:     Do you want him to know his position?]

Wang's face grows pale. Lucy knows where to hit him. She walks out, leaving behind a trail of ill-will.

EXT. RIVER – DAY

Wallstreet, a towel hanging on his shoulder, sits on the bank, fishing using a simple hand wound fly reel attached by twine to a bamboo pole. The basket beside him is still empty. Behind him is a bamboo forest.

We hear the distressed YIPPING of a fox. And we see a white fox helplessly entangled in a fisherman's net carried away by the strong river current. The fox is drowning. Without any second thoughts, Wallstreet puts his reel aside, dives into the water, grabs hold of the net and pulls it to the bank.

He quickly lets the screaming fox loose. Then he wraps the animal entirely with his towel to calm and dry it. The fox suddenly goes quiet. Wallstreet slowly unwraps it only to be astonished--the fox is gone.

We hear the rhytmic sound of TINY BELLS and crackling of SPLITTING BAMBOOS. Wallstreet turns to the direction where the sound is coming from.

We see the fox marching toward Wallstreet from the bamboo forest. It moves in slow supernatural manner to the rhythm of the bells and crackling bamboos. As it moves closer it transforms into a young lady in white flowing robe. Her face white as snow, surpassingly beautiful, refined but stern-looking. She is FOX LADY.

Wallstreet is transfixed. Fox Lady is suddenly in front of him. She smiles, speaks in English with a hypnotic voice.

FOX LADY:     Don't be afraid. I'm just a fox who wants to be your friend.

Wallstreet smiles, nods. Motions "I can't talk".

FOX LADY:     It's all right. I understand all languages. Including yours.

Wallstreet starts signing. Fox Lady replies by randomly speaking and signing.