“Griffin, there is something wrong with my eye. I think it’s falling out.” I stood paralyzed, not knowing whether to get help or see where this was going. “Wait, it’s coming loose,” he said, gripping his hand as if trying to get ahold of his eye socket. “Hold on. It’s coming out. Ow, this hurts. Wait…I got it!” he said, pulling his hand away from his face. “Want to see?” He held out his hand, and there, in his palm, rested an eyeball. I stood dumbstruck, not so much scared as very curious. I got closer to inspect it, almost daring to touch it, when I realized it was fake.
