Jon was sound asleep in his bed, when suddenly...
"Wake up, dweeb."
Sarah McMillan gave him a rude awakening!
"Sarah? What are you doi--" Jon began from his bed.
"Let me cut to the chase," Sarah interrupted, cutting to the chase. "You have a magic stone. I know you have a magic stone. I know you and your dorky girlfriend--"
"She's not my--"
"I SAID I know you and your DORKY GIRLFRIEND are going to make wishes about me, and I even know that Karyn has already made a wish about me, too."
"I wasn't on purp--"
"THE THING IS, Jonathan Malachi Gibson," Sarah menaced through the darkness, "I honestly don't care. You can make all the wishes about me that you want. There's just one thing: I want you to see what it's like in my shoes for a while first."
"What are you--"
"JONATHAN. Please stop interrupting me. 'What are you planning to do, how do you know about my stone, what's going on here,' yadda-yadda, none of that is important. What's important is that you pull off your sheets right now."
Jon gave Sarah a perplexed look.
"Now, Jon."
He complied, revealing his blue flannel pajamas, capped at the end with a pair of chestnut-colored suede Ugg boots in precisely Sarah's size.
"WHAT THE F--"
"Stop it." Sarah's command felt to Jon like it had the weight of law behind it. "Now I didn't want to use more influence than necessary tonight, but you leave me no choice." She glared at him. "Obedience."
At the utterance of that word, Jon swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up straight, looking silently and unblinkingly in Sarah's general direction.
"Now that will wear off by morning, but the shoes will stay for longer. So long as you live life in my shoes, your feet will act as though they were mine. You do not have a choice in this. If anything prevents your feet from acting as your shoes require them to, the shoes will override it. They will change it. Once I see that you understand the consequences of magic, and once I see that you have learned to respect me and who I am, I will release you. Do you understand?"
"Kinda," Jon replied in a monotone.
"Good enough." Sarah let out air through her nose. Then she snapped her fingers, and she was gone.
Jon remained seated on the side of his bed, eyes open and unfocused, for several hours until the sun rose and his alarm went off.
