"I wish I was the only guy in this city, then maybe Lady Sarah would ..." Jon stopped talking immediately, as he felt the stone grow warm in his hand. He looked down just in time to see it glowing, before he was forced to shut his eyes. When he opened them, he looked around his apartment.
"What the hell was that?" he asked. Then he looked back down at the stone. Did it really glow? Or was he just seeing things?
Suddenly, he heard a bunch of voices coming from the hall. After putting the stone in his pocket, he opened his door. Outside were a bunch of reporters, crammed into the hallway like sardines in a can. One of them stuck a microphone in his face.
"How does it feel to be the only man still alive?" the woman asked.
"What?" Jon was confused. What was she talking about?
"You must feel like you've won the ultimate lottery, being the only man immune to the disease."
"Disease? What disease? What are you talking about?"
"Hey, that's enough," Jon heard Karyn say. "Just leave him alone, okay?" She pushed her way through the small crowd and pulled Jon back into his apartment, shutting the door behind her. "Jon, I thought I told you it was a bad idea to leave your apartment."
"Karyn, what's going on? What are those reporters doing here?"
She looked oddly at him.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked.
"Jon, because of your immunity, you've turned into a celebrity overnight."
"Immunity? Karyn, I don't know what you're talking about."
"Immunity to the disease. You know, the one that killed every man in town except for you. You're the last living guy in the city."
"I'm the only guy in the city," Jon said, trying to wrap his brain around it.
"That's right."
Jon's eyes went wide. "Oh my god."
"What is it?"
Jon pulled the stone out of his pocket. "It came true."
"Jon, what are you talking about?"
"This," he said, holding up the stone. "It granted my wish."
