"What are you doing, Mommy?" a young girl asked.
Jon looked up and saw the girl. By how young she looked, Jon figured that this was his five year old daughter - the one he wished up.
"Uh ... I thought I dropped something," he lied, standing up. "I guess I didn't."
"Mommy," the girl said. "Can we go to the park now? I wanna go."
"Uh ... okay," Jon said.
The girl smiled.
