Dib's Horrible Day Dib held up the crushed frames in horror, the last shard of glass hung delicately from it, swaying dangerously. His mouth hung open as the remaining piece of jagged glass fell out of the bent skeleton of his glasses. It hit the concrete with a deadly tinkle.
"Oh, no." he moaned, unbelievingly. "I..can't..see!"
The world was horribly out of focus. He couldn't tell a tree from a dumpster. It was all just one never-ending smear of color and blurred shapes. Dib stumbled into the sidewalk, bumping into various passer-byers.
"Sorry, miss." "Or mister." "Excuse me." "Hey..I need help." "Wait!" he called hopelessly out to the unending stream of pedestrians, all in a constant state of hurry, all dealing with their own person crises. Too busy to stop and help a little boy. It was painfully clear Dib would have to rely on himself to get back home. "I'm in deep trouble." he muttered.

He walked the street of the large city, hands stuffed in pockets. The area looked vaguely familiar to him, though he couldn't quite pinpoint his exact location. Ahead, he spotted a rectangular black mass. "Aha! A payphone! I can call home!" he exclaimed to nobody in particular. From an alley, a few shifty looking thugs watched him bemusingly. Little did he know, he was in the bad part of town. Happily unaware, he popped in a quarter and squinted at the keys of the phone, trying to make out the numbers. After studying them for a bit, he punched in his home phone number.
Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.
"Hello! This is Professor Membrane! I cannot come to the phone right now, because I am very, very busy. Please leave a message and we'll get back to you!" Beep.
"Urf! I know someone's home. Gaz, dad, anyone! Pick up! I'm stranded somewhere and I broke my glasses! Please! Gaz! Pick up the ph-" The answering machine cut him off. "-one" he said lamely. Great. Well, he had one more quarter. He decided wisely to save it for later. He dug into the bottom of his trenchcoat pockets, grabbing the surviving coin and pulling it out. Losing his grip, it fell to the sidewalk and then rolled predictably down the gutter. Somehow I saw that coming.