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Danny's toting several things with him when they return to the hut from the doctor. Steve's been having just enough trouble with headaches and mild pain that Danny had thrown caution on the table, hauled Steve to the doctor, and for good reason, it looks like. By the time they arrive back to the hut, Danny's instantly laying out sets of glasses on the table. "Now," he says, glancing at the prescription, "the Doc says that it's blind luck in grabbing glasses, so he needs you to try these on until you find one that makes the world clear."

Danny glances up from the paper, unable to keep his huge smile hidden for very long. "Got it, old man?"