That night, Jon was afraid to part with the rock. For some unknown reason, he had this unfounded fear that the rock would be stolen in his sleep. Driven by paranoia, Jon took the stone, and taped it to the palm of his hand, that way, it would be unable to be stolen while he slept, and he would be unable to lose it. Thus comforted, he turned on the radio to his favorite oldies station, and was lulled to sleep by The Supremes.
"A dream is a wish your heart makes
When you're fast asleep
In dreams you will lose your heartaches
Whatever you wish for, you keep
Have faith in your dreams and someday
Your rainbow will come smiling through
No matter how your heart is grieving
If you keep on believing
The dream that you wish will come true
No matter how your heart is grieving
If you keep on believing
The dream that you wish will come true
So dream"
--a dream--
Jon awoke in his room, feeling pleasently refreshed. Sitting up he looked at his hand to make sure the stone was still there. And what he saw, made him scream.
--awake again--
Sitting up abruptly, a scream still caught in his throat, Jon lifts his hand up, to wipe the sweat off of his brow. An odd sensation, causes him to reach for his light and stare down at his hand. There, embedded into his hand, was the stone. The desire to scream once more asserted itself.
