Jon paced back and forth in Biff's room, which would now be his room for the next seven days. The bedroom definitely belonged to a jock, especially with all the sports and bikini girl posters, the Sports Illustrated calender, and all the exercising gear lying around. There were no video games, movies, or even any books. What exactly did this guy do for fun?
Ever since he entered Biff's house, he couldn't stop wondering about the stone and how he would get it back. There must have been a way around these retreat rules. But at the moment, he was stumped.
He stood in front of the mirror and just looked at himself, really for the first time. He took off his shirt and flexed his muscles the way he had seen Biff do it, to impress girls. It was so weird having his body. But he might actually enjoy it more if he didn't have to worry about the wishing stone so much.
"Hey, Biff," Jon suddenly heard someone say. He turned away from the mirror, startled, and saw ...
