Jon realized, however, that the magic stone was still stuck to his hand. A previous wish had made it stuck, so even a wish made while asleep couldn't reverse the wish and unstick it, at least unless he worded his wish very carefully.
"I wish I was out of here!" he said, but nothing happened.
"I wish I knew what wish I made!" But, again, nothing happened.
The man said, "You can't really make wishes. You'll have to face the truth someday if you ever really want to get out of here."
Jon sighed. He knew the stone was real, but ... how could he possibly prove it? Or was he really insane after all? Wait a minute, Jon thought, I can't make wishes, but I do have one thing that's strange. "If I can't make wishes, then why is this stone stuck to my hand?" Jon asked the man in the lab coat.
"Jon," the man sighed. "There isn't a stone stuck to your hand."
"What? Are you blind? It's right here," Jon said, pointing at the stone that was clearly stuck to his hand.
"There's nothing there, Jon. It's all in your head."
But Jon touched the stone. He felt the texture of it. It was there. But how come no one else saw it?
