Jon decided to call someone from the list. So he scrolled through and chose Trevor's number.
"Trevor?" Jon asked.
"Hey, Jon. Are you calling about the party? Because I think I still might need your help."
"Uh ..."
"Of course, if you're busy ..."
"Not really," Jon said. And that was the truth. He wasn't really doing anything important.
"Good. Can you come over right now?"
Suddenly, Jon began to panic. Why oh why did he have to make the stone worthless for the next seven days? He could have really used it right now, since he had no idea where Trevor lived. It was the kind of knowledge, he figured, that he was supposed to already have.
How was he going to get himself out of this?
