'I wish Jon was here...'
Karyn had thought it, not said it, but she hadn't realized two things. The first was that the guy who'd been holding the stone moments before was also the guy who'd been sitting on her, and he had lost grip of the stone when he'd become a beanbag, thus the stone was now laying on her, against what served as her flesh. The second was that, despite not being human, the stone did not truly kill her. It had certainly made her wish it had, but the stone didn't kill her, and thus still felt she was a living thing, and thus eligible for wishes. And, of course, she couldn't speak out loud, but the stone was capable of understanding any form of communication as being a medium for wish-asking-for-ness, thus Karyn's highest form of thought served, at least for the stone, as her method of making her wish known. If the stone had clattered to the floor, then this would never have panned out in such a way, but Karyn's heart, metaphorically speaking since at the moment she didn't HAVE a 'real' heart, leapt when she heard footsteps followed by a voice.
"Karyn? You in here?"
'YES! I'M RIGHT HERE!'
"Huh... Where am I anyway?"
