Amelia Pond was 7 years old when she was first met The Doctor.
"I can hear it talking; the crack in my wall."
"What does it say?" The Doctor asked.
"Prisoner Zero has escaped." Amelia replied.
"Have you ever seen this Prisoner Zero?" The Doctor leaned in interested in the discussion. Dr. John Smith was a young man in his mid-20's and a recent graduate. Amelia was one of his first patients.
"No, I've never seen Prisoner Zero." Amelia crossed her legs and swung them back and forth in an armchair much too big for her.
"Anything else?" The Doctor smiled as he looked up from his notes. "Where he escaped from or where he might be now?"
"He escaped from the crack in my wall." Amelia rolled her eyes. "But how should I know where he is now?"
"This crack is in your bedroom, correct?" The Doctor put his pen to his lips in thought.
"That's right." Amelia shook her head yes. "The voices come from the crack in my wall. They want the prisoner found and locked away but I don't know where he is. Even if I did know where he was I wouldn't know how to get him back through to the other side of the crack."
"Do you have any idea what might be on the other side?" The Doctor asked.
"The other side of the universe." Amelia whispered.
"Mind if I go upstairs and take a look at it?" The Doctor stood up from the couch.
"Sure" Amelia took his hand and lead him up the stairs to her room.
The Doctor inspected the crack in Amelia's wall. He ran his fingers through it and put his ear to it. He told her not to worry and that he'd make sure to help her fix the situation as best he could. "I'll get to the bottom of it." He assured her.
Word had begun to spread in her small town about her visits with The Doctor and about all her strange imaginings. Some people began to treat her differently; mostly out of fear. They knew she'd been hearing voices and it scared people. As if her voices would start asking her to kill.
The only person who played with her was Rory. All the other kids at school were either afraid of her or teased her but Rory spoke to her as if she was just like anybody else. He understood she was different but he found her strangeness fascinating.
"She's very sick" Rory's mother would say. "It's very kind of you to want to be her friend but remember that she's not well. Schizophrenics can get violent if they're not treated properly." Rory's mother warned him.
"I do treat her properly." Rory crossed his arms and raised his voice. "Besides, I was reading about it because I wanted to understand Amy and that's not how schizophrenia works at all. Amy's nice. She's not violent at all. She's just trapped in her dreams and can't get out of them like everyone else can."
"We have to find Prisoner Zero!" Amelia declared one afternoon in Rory's treehouse. "If he isn't found the solar flares will eat the Earth."
"Where should we start looking, Amy?" Rory happily played along.
"I don't know" Amy jumped off a tree limb to the grass below. "That way" She pointed in no particular direction.
Rory slowly climbed down the rope ladder from the treehouse. "Hey, Amy!" Rory knelt down to look at Amy's knees. "I think you hurt yourself jumping off the tree." He noticed a little blood trickling down her leg. "I have a first aid kit. Hold on!" Rory came back with a disinfectant wipe and a bandaid. "This won't hurt" He passed the disinfectant on Amy's cut and she whined in pain. "I lied" Rory whispered. "But you're better now, see?" He placed the bandage over her knee.
"You should be The Doctor and help me send Prisoner Zero back home." Amelia ran around with her arms extended like airplane wings.
"Ok" Rory laughed at Amelia's enthusiasm. Rory knew she was trapped in a dream and he wished so much to be a part of her dreams.
By Amelia's 8th birthday the voices in the crack had become a faint whisper. She now insisted solar flares threatened to consume the Earth. She'd wear a large jacket with her hood up everyday and large sunglasses to protect from the sun.
"Amy it's the middle of summer and it's far too hot to wear all that clothes. You'll get heat stroke!" Amelia's Aunt, Sharon would yell from the porch as she watched Rory and Amelia play in the backyard.
"Here" Rory handed her a water bottle. "If you really want something to protect you from the sun you should drink this so you don't faint."
"Wow thanks!" Amy grabbed the bottle as best she could with mittens on and drank the whole thing. "Let's go inside! I want to dress you like The Doctor so we can save the star whale."
"Ok" Rory smiled as she took his hand and ran up to her room. Once in her room Rory gasped at the sight of a seriously injured dog quietly whimpering.
"We have to save it. It's been tortured but it's kind" Amy knelt down beside it.
Rory put his hands on it to feel it's pulse and saw it had cuts and scars all over. "I'll be right back I promise. 5 minutes." Rory ran downstairs and told Aunt Sharon to call an animal shelter.
Everyone began to place the blame on Amy. Everyone assumed she had something to do with the dog's torture even though Rory knew better. He tried to fight for her to stay but the adults had all made up their minds.
"We specialize in young children who need psychiatric help at our school and we promise you nothing but the best care for your little Amelia." Father Octavian placed a firm hand on Amy's shoulder. He noticed the fear in Amy's eyes and he smiled. "There's nothing to worry about. The angels are always watching over you." He handed Amy a small picture of an angel with it's arms outstretched around two small children.
Amy's eye began to itch. She could feel the angle behind her eyes.