The train was late, again. For the third day in a row, a huddled mass stood on the outdoor platform getting drenched by the incessant rain. The platform attendant watched as the crowd grew larger. You can tell a lot about a person watching them wait for a late train in the rain. There are the business people, frantically checking their phones. The young couples holding each other and taking advantage of the delay by stealing a few extra kisses. And then, there was Charlie.