[5: feet] Two feet were poking out of the pile of boxes in the alley. Normally, she'd try pretty hard to walk on by and not think about it, but today, she was out out of her routine, and she decided to stop. She nudged a foot with the toe of her shoe. A moan came out of the pile and boxes cascaded down into the alley as the man attached to those feet rolled over. She sighed and started to walk away. Another bum, sleeping wherever he could. Oh, well. He coughed a bit and sat up. She took another look when she saw him wearing a red bow tie, still tied neatly, and a rumpled grey jacket. He groaned a bit, and patted around as if he was looking for glasses. She saw a pair lying at his feet, twisted and a bit scratched, but surprisingly unharmed for being in the alley. She picked them up and handed them to him. "Thanks." He mumbled a bit, and slowly put the glasses on, trembling as he did. He looked familiar, she thought.