Prologue

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 She always loved the idea of being concealed in her own mind. The solitary confinement of her own ideas, uninterrupted by others and their opinions. But being all alone was... well, lonely. It becomes a chore to stay sane when you have no other choices in your head. No other voices or sounds. Just you and you alone.

This is the life she leads as someone who was born deaf. She could hear herself... or perhaps she could just imagine what she must sound like. She was not sure how this works but, nevertheless, she's alone in here. In her imagination. And she truly believed that she could live with that if she must.

Most people in her situation would kill or worse, if they got the sense of hearing or whatever their handicap may be, fixed, in return for their violent act. However, she can move past it. Or rather, she could. Until she met a funny man. A funny man with funny ears and a funny smile.

He was a bulky, muscular man who had little hair but enough to identify its colour, a dark black and perhaps a couple grey hairs in there too. He has broad shoulders wrapped in a thick black leather jacket. Average height and weight. And there was something different about him. Something you can't see from the outside. But she knew there was something different to this funny man. Something extra that made her wonder. It made him different. But she realised that it's just another thing she can think about.

From the moment she met that man, The Doctor and his companion Rose Tyler, she felt a fiery desire to hear his voice and the world around her. He showed her the wonders of the universe and she couldn't experience it to its full extent. she couldn't hear the beauty around her.   

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