Years in the past, but not many…

turntechblindhead:

Yeah, I can’t exactly see you coming either, so I should have been paying attention too.

[You’re a little surprised to hear her say that, despite her voice sounding familiar too, because the person it reminds you of would be able to tell by your appearance who you are. She wouldn’t be blind…. right? You had just eaten lunch with her earlier today, and she hadn’t exactly told you about any loss of sight or the like. How odd.]

I don’t think so. Guess I should introduce myself. The name’s Dave Strider.

You’re almost angry at yourself for not having noticed it before, since you spend so much time with him yourself, and it’s not like you to forget the voice of someone you hear quite often.  Damage control would probably be indicated, except for the fact that it doesn’t seem like Dave was able to recognize you, either.  This Dave definitely isn’t the one you know; though his vision is poor, using what he has and his hearing is usually enough to allow him to recognize others, especially those he knows well.

Oh my goodness, Dave.  I’m so sorry about that.  It’s Rose.