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Nine. He was the drifter, the hero, the quiet one that no one ever really knew but everyone knew of. He'd saved the world, and saved the people in it. That's what kept him going, he'd say, that's what kept him alive. He was the fighter. The valiant. The hero. He was the oncoming storm. Ten was more of a lover, a saver, a kinder but scarier soul. Eleven, well if Nine could have seen him, what he'd become, he'd be so ashamed. Eleven was a childish little thing wasn't he? But anyway, Nine. Not much has been recorded of Nine and his history. He saved people. Helped people. Did amazing and heroic things. Met amazing and heroic people but his life never really got started until Rose. This, however, is a story of something that happened before Rose. As Nine ran through the damp streets of London he bumped into a girl. More like collided into her but they both fell to the ground none the less. And as he scooped up his sonic screwdriver and continued running he tossed a quick apology over his shoulder. Soon she was forgotten by him. One of the many thousands of faces he'd seen. A mere speck in the timeless limitless existence that was the Doctor. She picked herself up, brushed herself off, and moved on with her simple life. She went home to the house she'd lived. Her life was boring and even The Doctor had run the other way. She didn't know it yet but she'd change his life.