Goth Jon looked around his room. "What the fuck happened to my room?" It almost looked as if it was someone else's bedroom. Where were his black-painted walls, black curtains, and his black-sheeted wrought-iron bed? Where was all of his occult merchandise? And his posters of heavy metal bands?
The Salt of Desire only changed the new Jon and his memories. It couldn't change reality, like the stone did, so Jon's room remained the same.
"Where's the fucking stone?" Goth Jon asked, looking around for it.
Karyn bent over and picked it up off the floor. "Here it is." Goth Jon grabbed it from her.
The real Jon was just as confused as ever. What was this stone that they were talking about? He felt like he should know, but he couldn't remember.
Goth Jon grasped the stone and said "I wish ..."
