[center][h1][color=BB33FF]Mandy Mason[/color][/h1]
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[color=BB33FF]Location[/color]: Car -> Hermes home
[color=BB33FF]Skills[/color]: N/A [/center]
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Mandy didn't want to get out of the car. But her dad did. She wanted to pet the cat and try to figure out a name for it. But her dad got out of the car. Hermes was going inside his house, if something happened there wouldn't be anyone who could hear him and help. Sure there was the hearing neighbor on the street. So she had to go in. Had to back him up. 

She handed the cat to her mom and got out of the car. Her heart was pounding as she followed Hermes into the house. He spoke with a neighbor—a brief exchange, probably not important. The door was open, which wasn't a good sign. Mandy didn't watch horror movies; she didn't find that interesting. At the moment she felt like she was in a horror movie.

She tried to follow Hermes' steps. Knowing he knew where the floorboards creaked. This was his home. He signed for her to stop and be quiet. Something anyone who has spent any time around a Deaf person knows is basically impossible. You don't know how loud your steps are when you can't hear them. You don't know what makes noise and what doesn't. She went for stopping instead of trying to continue to follow in what was probably a frustratingly clumsy way. 

Mandy hated feeling like a failure. And she felt that way right now. She was a brilliant vet. Her professors were impressed with her. She could tell from an animal's body language, more than any of her hearing peers, what an animal felt. But she didn't know how loud her breathing was. So she waited and tried to be quiet. She waited for her cousin to come back and tell her everything was okay.