Our Rail Angel

We arrived at the massive Beijing Railway Station early last night to catch our overnight ride back to Young Joe.  Given the size of the station, we figured we'd best take some time to make sure we were in the right place.  Seeing Track 2 associated with our train, we went to the corresponding waiting lounge for our track.  It was a poorly lit, overcrowded sea of plastic orange chairs, roller suitcases, duck taped bags, and fatigued Chinese travelers.  About half an hour before our scheduled departure we started to watch for our train to be called on the board of moving red lights. Then something strange happened.  For the first time since our arrival, a Chinese person, other than a salesman, approached us and struck up a conversation.  We exchanged some basic information, and the discussion eventually turned to our planned destination.  When we told her Young Joe, she immediately became concerned, jumped up and ran out of the waiting area to ask someone about where we should be waiting.  Turns out we were not in the right waiting area at all, and our train was about to board elsewhere.  She ran back and fetched us to take us to the correct area, asking and confirming information with officials as we passed them.  She then dropped us at our correct area where our train was being called at that moment.  We boarded and settled in for the night ride down country.  Thanks to our rail angel for seeing to the details.