Lydia woke stiff the next day. She let out a groan. How was she supposed to visit Shaggy now? The tests they ran on her had done many horrible things to her. This was one of them. She rolled out of bed with a grunt and grabbed her hood from beside her bed and threw it on. She wanted to visit Shaggy but she now. She knew a bad day was coming. There was no denying it.

Years Ago.

"MAKE IT STOP! PLEASE MAKE IT STOP" Ten-year-old Lydia shrieked.

"Make what stop Sweetie?" her Aunt Clara asked with worry as Lydia rolled around with her hands over her ears.

"THE NOISE. PLEASE MAKE IT STOP"

Clara watched helplessly as her niece writhed in pain. The paint on Lydia's face was running. Clara stared at the wall silently cursing the so-called doctors who did this to Lydia

"Lydia focus on my voice," Clara ordered calmly.

Lydia turned her head to her aunt her hands still clamped over her ears.

"Take a deep breath," Clara continued.

Lydia obeyed.

"Better?"

"A little," Lydia sighed sitting up.

"Let's go wash your face okay?"

"I don't-"

"You don't have to look Lydia,"

"Okay"

"STOP STOP STOP!" Ludia screamed.

The sounds were back. Lydia was powerless to stop it from happening. She needed help. She needed Shaggy to help her. How was she supposed to get to him though? She could barely move as it was and it wasn't likely she'd be able to get to headquarters in this condition. As hot tears pourded down her face she curled herself into a ball and sobbed.

"Help me, somebody help me," Lydia sobbed.

Lydia looked up at the sound of knocking. No one knew about her home except. Lydia pulled herself to the front door and looked out the window. As luck would have it Shaggy was there. As quickly as she could she pulled open the door and let Shaggy inside.

"Lydia, what's wrong?" Shaggy asked when he saw Lydia on the floor.

"The sounds," Lydia heaved as Shaggy pulled her up and led her to the couch.

"What do you mean?"

"I can hear all around, it hurts" Lydia moaned.

"Take a deep breath, Lydia," Shaggy said gently.

Lydia complied. She was still shaking from the trauma of it all.

"Is this because of-"

"Yes," Lydia replied solemnly.

"I'm so sorry ,Lydia," Shaggy apologized calmly taking Lydia's hand.

"You don't have to apologize for something you had no part of, Shaggy,"

"Is the noise gone now?"

Lydia nodded happily.

"It's a good thing I came to visit,"

"Not that I don't appreciate your visit but why aren't you with the others? Don't you have a mystery to solve?"

"Well, yes but, I asked if I could sit it out today," Shaggy explained.

"Oh,"

"I was hoping we could just catch up and talk,"

"I'd like that a lot," Lydia agreed.

"Well, where do we start?"

"With breakfast, I'm hungry," Lydia stated as her stomach grumbled.

"Perfect,"