"Well, then why don't I just wish we were in a different dimension? One where there aren't any weird creatures trying to eat us," Jon suggested.
Santa shook his head. "Who knows where we might end up? It could be worse."
"I guess you're right."
"Would someone tell me what the fuck is going on?!" Sarah yelled, practically losing her mind.
Jon and Santa turned and looked at her. "Go ahead, Jon," Santa said. "You tell her. This is all your fault anyway."
"Gee, thanks," he said sourly. Then he began to tell Sarah about the stone and using it to meet Santa and then all the other stuff that followed.
"You've got a stone that grants wishes?" Sarah asked, very interested. In fact, that was the only part of his story that she cared about. If they ever got out of this mess, she'd have to get her hands on it. She was already thinking of things to wish for.
