With an uncharacteristic display of self control, Jon made it through the night without using the stone. The stone was dangerous when sober, who knows what would happen if it was passed around by a bunch of drunk college kids.
Jon stumbled his was out of a local bar and into a taxi. It was 3 a.m. and Jon knew he needed to be at his English 101 class at 8:30 a.m. The thought of going to class was agonizing. Jon didn't dislike college, but he had a bad habbit of over-partying and stumbling his way into morning classes with raging hangovers. Without a doubt, this would be his last semester with classes scheduled before 12.
As he looked out of the Taxi windshield, he began to think about the wishing stone. His memories about it were so specific and vivid, they couldn't be the result of a drunken dream. Jon slowly rolled the stone between his fingers. His college experience was going to become much more interesting after today.
