"Noise, noise, noise," he said to the man at the end of the bench on the platform. Adam North was complaining again. This is what he did, daily. It mattered not if anyone were listening, because that would not change the fact that he now hated life in the city. It was just six months ago that he had said the same thing about life in the country. Little did he know that he was about to meet someone that would tell him that there is a noise that you cannot hear that will drown out anything else in you find dear in life.