Disclaimer: I don't own Sands. If I did, would I be writing fanfic about him? I do, however, own Trillian. Don't take her away from me!

The heat of the late-afternoon Mexican sun burned the back of Sheldon Sands' neck as he limped through the confetti-filled streets. Next to him, chicle boy helped him along, speaking in rapid Spanish about god-knows- what. Sands was distracted, both by the searing pain where his eyes once were, and the thought of living blind for the rest of his life. His head throbbed in pain, and his mind buzzed with worry. Suddenly he ceased to feel the sun, and the boy stopped talking.

"Where are we?" Sands asked, listening intently for any clue of his whereabouts. The boy began to speak again, his words no longer kind. Before he knew it, he felt a heavy something smash him on the back, and he lost consciousness. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@

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