"Listen," Jon said, entering the living room. "This is all just a mistake."
The woman looked up from the sofa. "You bet it's a mistake. And one you'll regret." She paused for a moment, then talked into the phone. "Yes, police? There's an intruder in my house." She looked up at Jon. "No, he's not. But he was in my bathroom, when I was ..." She paused. "Yes, that's right." She paused again, then seemed relieved. "Thank you." Then she put the phone down and looked back up at Jon. "You're going to really regret it."
"Listen, I didn't know that was going to happen. It was an accident," Jon said, trying to reason with the woman.
The woman stood up from the sofa and looked at the front door. "How did you get in here? The door is still bolt locked." She turned suddenly. "Did you get a key?"
"Where would I get a key from? I told you, I accidentally teleported into your shower." Suddenly, the key theory sounded more plausible. Who would ever believe that he teleported into another house?
"You're insane. I hope the police lock you up for a very long time."
"I'm not insane. You have to believe me," he said, walking towards her.
She took a few steps back. "Stay away from me." She grabbed a hold of the poker near the fireplace.
"I'm not dangerous," Jon said. "You don't need that."
From outside, Jon could hear an approaching siren. It was the police, he was sure of it.
"I won't need it for long," the woman said.
Jon peered out the window and saw a police car park along the road. Two officers (one man, one woman) climbed out of the vehicle and started walking towards the house. Jon's heart sunk. This was it. He'd get arrested and thrown in jail ... and he'd never get the stone back to fix all of this.
There was a knock on the door. From the other side, Jon heard a man say "It's the police, ma'am. Please open up."
The woman walked towards the door.
