I hated to wait, but I also hate being late so I found myself almost half an hour early. I sat perched on my suitcase in the train station. It seemed like every flat surface in here was filled with college students and the detritus associated with them, coffee cups, laptop cases, crumpled papers and there was the occasional sound of hooting and quacking. I hoped this noise came from cell phone ringtones, and not that someone had actually crammed Harpo Marx and a duck in their back pack. It was so nerve wracking. I reached into my own laptop case and pulled out the pack that held my electronic cigarette. As I took my first puff, I noticed the entire room was staring at me as if I had just created fire out of thin air. I smiled, at last, quiet. I hoped that the peace would last as long as my cigarette did.