"Grandpa?" Jon yelled inside the building. He could have sworn that his grandfather landed somewhere on the first floor.
He heard moaning and ran towards it.
His grandfather was lying on the ground, covered in blood-stained glass.
"Grandpa."
He looked up, although it probably hurt a lot. "Jon," he said weakly. "I thought I told you to get out of here. It's dangerous."
"Yeah, I got that. Listen, some friends of mine are here. We have a car. We can drive out of here and get you some help."
He shook his head. "It doesn't matter." He could see that Jon was confused. "None of us can leave, Jon. We're stuck here forever."
"You sound like the old man."
"What? What did you say?"
"The old man."
His eyes lit up just a little. "You've met him?"
"Well, yeah. A lot of times. Why?"
He layed back down. "No reason," he answered. But Jon had a feeling that his grandfather was keeping something from him.
"How did you get here?" Jon asked, instead of pressing him about the old man.
"Probably the same way as you," he said.
"And how is that?"
He looked up at Jon, a bit strangely. "You were chosen."
"Chosen by who?"
He shook his head. "I don't know. I don't think anyone knows."
"Why did they pick me?" Jon asked.
"You really don't know?"
Jon shook his head.
"It's because you possessed the wishing stone."
"What does the stone have to do with this?"
"Everything." He wasn't making any sense to Jon.
"Grandpa, can you tell me ..."
"Jon, I don't want to be interrogated."
"I wasn't ..."
"Yes you were. And I know that you want to know what's going on, but ..." He started coughing. "But I ..." More coughing, then he passed out.
"Grandpa?"
Nothing.
"Grandpa?"
