Your remaining eyes tear up as you relate how expanded your worldview has become, the exquisite visions you had experienced, the cruelty of having it all taken away. You prostrate yourself and ask from the bottom of your heart, your very soul, for the life-changing gift to be returned.

"Read the sign, buddy. Patron saint of LOST vision. Nothing about restoring it. You want Saint Whatserface, in Italy, or Portugal, or wherever."

You awkwardly right yourself and ask "Er, could you be a bit more specific?"

"THE SIGN. Also does not mention directory assistance."

You dust yourself and consider your options.

Research the patron saint of restored vision.           (new)

Sign up with a 'loss and grief' therapist.           (new)