"I wish those two had more in common. Maybe then they'd get along better," Linda said. "Ow," she uttered, feeling something warm in her hand. She looked down, but the only thing in her hand was that stone she found. "That was odd."
Outside, Jon kept running, not noticing that he was getting younger and younger, stopping at the age of 12, just two years older than Mikey. Another thing that went unnoticed was the fact that Jon was now dressed like a Goth, complete with black clothing, boots, spiked collar, and piercings. Since Jon didn't hear his mother's wish, he thought this was all completely normal for him.
He no longer wanted to stop Santa. Instead, he wanted to meet him. Santa was just so fucking cool, ya know?
