Trying to stand, Tadashi slipped and fell in a heap. A man at a nearby table helped him up, then guided his weaving steps to the door. Outside, it had begun to rain and the air was refreshingly cool. The man walked away down the street and Tadashi staggered off in the other direction.

At the end of the block, he stopped and vomited in a doorway. He felt better after emptying his stomach, but still only dimly knew where he was. He looked for a taxi, but the rain had made them scarce. Then, down the street, he saw a subway sign and lurched off towards it.