"Stop," Mikey ordered, but the girl kept walking. So, he approached her and tried to physically keep her in place. It worked, but only for a few seconds.
The girl pushed back with incredible strength, knocking Mikey aside with ease. Then she kept on walking. As Mikey picked himself up, he watched the girl leave the school.
It was clear now that he wasn't going to be able to stop anyone from searching for new clothes. He'd have to use the stone. There was no other way.
Jane was speeding down the highway at sixty-five miles per hour. She knew it was over the speed limit, but she just couldn't wait to see her wife again. With all of her traveling, she didn't get to see her wife as much as she wanted to.
About ten miles out from motel she stayed at, she decided to give her wife a call.
"Hello?" a woman's voice asked over the cellphone.
"Hey, honey. It looks like I may be a little late."
"Who is this?"
"It's me. Jane."
"Jane who?"
"Honey, what's wrong with you?"
"Why do you keep calling me 'honey'?"
Jane paused. "Because we're married?"
"I don't know who you are. But don't call here again." Then she hung up.
Jane looked at the cellphone, confused. What was wrong with her wife?
"I'm going out for lunch," Richy said. "You want anything?"
Gary Fiennes, attorney at law, looked up from his desk. "How about just a turkey sandwich, Richy."
Richy smiled. "Trying to lose some pounds?"
"My wife is trying to get me to lose some pounds," he said, dryly. "Just make sure there's lots of sauce."
"Gotcha."
Richy grabbed his purse and ran out to the café across the street.
