The stone morphed into a girl Jon's age. "Don't you want to make any wishes?" she asked.
Jon stared at her. "Uh ..."
"What's wrong, Jon? Whatever it is, touch me, make a wish, and it'll be all right."
"Um ..." Jon hesitantly touched her hand. It was just as human as his, even though it hadn't even existed a few seconds ago. "I wish I knew who you were."
