Santa Karyn smiled, then reached into the backpack and pulled out ... Jon's grandfather!
Looking around, a perplexed look on his face, he saw his grandson sitting on a bed nearby. "Jon? How ... how did I get here?"
"Grandpa, you're still alive!" Jon exclaimed, in excitement. He was sure that Santa Karyn wouldn't be able to give him what he really wanted - his grandfather back. But she did it. She really did it!
"It appears that I am," he said, still bewildered, but happy that he wasn't dead. He clearly remembered getting shot and hitting the ground, trying to get away from those ... well, it didn't matter. He was alive again and back with his family. That's all that was important. He hugged Jon. "I missed you so much." Taking a step back, he then asked "Did you, by any chance, get my ... stone?"
"You bet I did. It's right here," Jon said, holding it up. "In fact, it's the stone that brought you here. Sort of."
"I want to hear all about it," Jon's grandfather said, sitting down next to him on the bed.
