(Look at the OOC Thread first or you will be very lost.)

1963, a rock somewhere in England
Val stumbled out of the cold, dark chamber.  He dared not open his eyes.  He felt a drop of something seep through his eyelids. Was it a tear, or was it blood? When he opened his eyes, all he saw was what the chamber showed him.  Like a knife, reality pierced his sight only for a moment.  The man with the beard, Thomas, held a tool in his hand.  The creature of science assumed it was a woodworking tool to make rounded grooves in a design.

"Valician, my son. If you wish it, take this and remove what ails you."

His heart beat fast as the bearded man placed the tool's handle in his hand.

2010, a street corner in Cardiff
He said something about getting one's sight back once they lost it.  He said something about auras around everything, living or otherwise.  He spouted some other crackpot tales, too, and Val believed them all at the time.  However, Val remembered his hatred of fairy tales.  When the members of the science community called him "mad" and when he failed to see with these so-called auras, he realised just how loony he really was.

An old geezer who spoke of magical powers in a chamber that never existed could not have been trusted, let alone real!  All that man was was a hallucination from back when he could hallucinate.

It sounded like a slow day.  Val heard no coins drop into his jar. No papers rustled into it, either.  Not even the French lady with her high heels walked by the way she always did.  She did not stomp much, like the other ladies.  Sometimes her hand would slap against a wall, or she would fall over into the trash bags nearby.

Not even Pete from down the street came to meet Val that day.

All the lone man could do was sit against a brick wall and hold up his sign.  "EYE NEED FOoD".  Pete loved puns like that.  Some days, it was the most delicious pun.  Some days, it brought him enough money to get a meal or two.  Other times, people stopped for a minute in front of him and then left without a word.  An, "Are you REALLY blind?" would have sufficed, but nooo.  No, they had to assume that because his sign had a witty pun on it that he wasn't being sincere.

2010, an apartment in Cardiff
Isabel fluffed up her brown hair.  According to the files she stole, there were only three more men who met the bearded man's, Jacque's, criteria.  One was 72 years old, named Morderris.  He went nuts back in 1963 and nobody ever heard from him since.  She had no idea where to start looking for him.  The others had eyes, but were still blind.  Perhaps they had taken something to cause it.

On her desk sat a bottle of her favourite perfume.  It smelled like roses dipped in vanilla.  She always wore that perfume and that day was no exception.  She searched high and low for her red headband.  A pair of bright red eyes darted around the room.  Her high heels were missing, too.  She could only hope the wind did not blow too hard and that she would only need her regular tennis shoes.

Once she decided on that, she put on her tennis shoes, left her hair down, then left her apartment.  She could not go by her homeless friend's corner just yet.  She had two former scientists to check out on the other side of town.  She could visit her friend in the evening instead.