Something for when I ever submit a story to Analog

Houston to ISS. Tom, you've stopped moving towards the main truss. What's going on?

"Uh, Houston," Tom said carefully. "I'm having a visual acuity problem in my right eye."

Say again, Tom?

"My contact lens rolled up into my eye, Houston."

Uh, roger, Tom. Do you think you might be able manage a workaround for that?

"Not without opening up my helmet, no..."