"I wish my original mother was now my sister and that a version of Jon Gibson, now my nephew, existed with no recollection of the stone."
As soon as Jon finished saying the words, and felt the accompanying warmth of the stone he... heard something. Sounds of steps outside of the bathroom's door. His heart fluttered in anxiety. He... wasn't ready to interact with anyone like that.
Knock. Knock.
"Auntie Sue?" said an eerily familiar voice from behind the door. "Is everything ok? You've been there over half an hour."
The voice was familiar, Jon realised, because it was his own voice. Or rather his original voice. He was replaced by the... New Jon behind the door. To everyone around him he was now Sue, no matter how acutely he was aware that in reality he was the actual Jon.
His concern still stood though. He didn't have the slightest desire to interact with anyone. Not yet. It was too soon.
"I wish my original family lived somewhere else and instead this was my own house, with nobody but myself being in for at least the next the next hour."
"Wha..." New Jon's voice started asking quizzically before dissolving into nothing.
Jon was home alone. For now. It was time to explore.
