Sarah has two glass eyes. One on the right side of her face, and one on the left. And not just stuck on, either, they’re where the normal eyes should be. It’s totally legitimate, she has no eyes any more. I mean, no squishy ball, flesh and blood, seeing eyes. Just the glass ones. She has to remember to take them out when she goes bunjee jumping. She keeps her real ones in a jar by the door. All pickled but they’d stare right at you and follow you around the room as you came in. She can’t even see any more, it’s absolutely mad. She did it for a boy she loved. She thought he loved her too. But he didn’t love her enough to stick around once she’d got out the grapefruit spoon.