"I wish I wasn't at the North Pole!" Jon yelled.
"What the ..." Santa said, before a bright flash of light whited out everyone's vision. And then when the light was gone, Jon was gone. "Where did that human go?" he demanded to know. His elves either didn't know or didn't want to tell him. The fact that one person (elf or human) was actually able to get away from Santa ... well, that gave them hope.
When Jon's vision cleared, the intense cold hit him like a truck. Through a never-ending chain of shivers, he looked around and saw nothing but snow all around him. And it was cold. Really cold!
"I wish I was warm!" Jon yelled over the howling wind and suddenly he found himself in a very bulky but very warm coat. "I wish to know why I'm still at the North Pole," he said, assuming that he was just transported outside. But the stone told him that he wasn't at the North Pole.
He was now at the South Pole.
"Crap."
