A car pulling into to driveway brought Jon back to the physical world, as opposed to his wishful imagination. It was his sister, but...wait....she was away at college. He figured he should let her in and talk to her, see why she's home, and whatnot, since his mom was gone for the day. He stuffed the rock into his pocket without even thinking.
"Hey, sis," he could see that she'd been crying. She also looked thinner and sort of sickly.
"Oh, Jon!" She weeped, "It's awful. You can't tell mom, ok? Please?"
"Um...."
"Promise..."
"Ok, I promise."
"I had to take a job as a exotic dancer."
"What!?" Jon yelled.
"Please, don't yell." She paused, "I didn't want to. I'm clean now, no more drugs."
"Drugs? What the hell are you up to, sis?"
"Please, I told you I don't do it anymore. I stopped, I swear. But for a while, I did. Some friends helped me off of them, but I needed money after it. And Jon, I don't want to be a stripper anymore. I just wish I could come home and live again. Be safe, protected..."
"Kelly, if it was up to me..." Jon began trying to sound sympathetic, "you could stay here. Hell, I can't wait to get out of this place. Mom's always breathing down my neck..."
Kelly (jon's sister) interuppted, "Believe me, Jon, you miss it."
"Oh, come on, I wish you could see what it's like for me to live here again. The memories just get better with time. And I wish I could live like you away from this damn house."
The world swirled for a minute, as Jon now stared at himself, he realized the mistake of his words.
