There she was. Every day. I hadn't noticed that she'd just slip inside the room and sit there. She would sit there and talk. Talk. Even though her teachers swore she hadn't ever said a word, she'd sit there and talk. So many words, completely unheard. So much information locked inside a child. Just a child. But everyone knows that too much information can wreck all minds. Strong and weak, opened and closed. Could, if you let it, change the world as we conceive it? Or at least, could it change my world? Let us find out. Allons-Y!