Of course he was alone in the middle of an empty football field. Jon grunted in frustration and stamped a sneaker-covered foot. How could he make any progress if every time he tried to do something, this unknown force tossed him into a completely new situation?
A gust of wind rose and fell. "Jon?"
Jon knew that voice. Turning around, he was both relieved and distressed to find Pete Roberts, one of his closer friends, wearing an identical cheerleader's uniform to Jon, and filling it out just as well.
"Pete! How did you get here?"
"I don't know. I woke up on a tennis court wearing a women's tennis outfit, then I was in someone's backyard, then a girl's bedroom, I think it might have been Melissa Smith, and then I was here."
So whatever had happened to Jon, he wasn't alone.
"Do you know what's going on?" Pete asked. "Like, my body..." he trailed off as he limply gestured towards himself. "Things have changed. You look different, too."
"I know," Jon replied. He didn't quite want to talk about the stone just yet, though. "I don't know why we're here." Jon turned around, getting another good look at the football field. Somehow with Pete here, it felt even bigger. "I guess we just have to wait until the next thing happens."
Another gust of wind. And another new voice:
"What are you two doing here?"
