An emotionally fragile immigrant pulls up at a set of traffic lights, at a junction, late one night. For whatever reason, the lights refuse to change (from red to green), and the man, within his heightened state, feels he cannot just "cross the line", so decides to wait it out instead; this, despite the fact other drivers have lost patience and driven through, since his arrival. Soon after, an urban man pulls up, and, in no particular rush himself, strikes up a conversation with the immigrant. What ensues, blurs the line between reality and the metaphysical, and changes the course, of at least the immigrants life, forever.