"Maybe it is a better reality," Jon partially conceded. "And maybe it isn't. I don't get to simply decide that, either way, and you and your vans of workmen don't either."
"And why is that?" Rebecca challenged.
"Because that's playing God, Miss Fine. It's their lives, not ours."
"Please, call me Rebecca. And Jon, I don't believe you understand: this isn't about deciding whether one reality is better than another, or which it is Sarah or Zoe or you or I would prefer, given a choice. This is a question of which reality is actual. Sarah believes in one history, you believe in another. Which one actually happened, Jon?"
Jon opened his mouth to speak, and then closed it. This gave him pause. How was he supposed to know what the true history of things were? The stone was supposed to change the minds and memories of those people that hadn't been there when a wish was made so that they would never notice anything had changed until told. How could he ever prove the same thing had not happened to him? He and Karyn alone knew about the first few wishes, about her hair and boobs, and he recalled the wish for something interesting, but other than that... If something else had been wished... Or even if some other magic was in play... Grandpa...
"What are you trying to tell me, Mi-... Rebecca? I get it, all I have is my own memories to run on, for better or worse, and they're fallible. So what is it you know and I don't that would justify all this?"
