"Listen, uh, Sarah," Jon said.
"Yeah, Jon?"
"I don't know what's going on, but I think ..." I think the stone might have something to do with this, he finished in his head. He didn't want Sarah to know about the wishing stone. "Something is definitely different here. I don't expect you to understand, but ..."
Sarah stopped and reached for his hand. They were both standing just outside the police station. "Jon...I understand," she said, with much more empathy than he expected in her voice. "Your grandfather just died...and I dragged you to a party. Of course you had too much to drink."
"Sarah, I don't drink," he said. He was only sixteen. It was kind of illegal, although he knew many kids his age did at parties.
"Well, not that much, no. What do you call what happened to you last night?" she asked. "You disappeared from the party, and next thing I know the police are calling."
Jon did feel like he had a headache, but that didn't necessarily mean that he had a hangover. It could have been just a side effect of that careless wish he made. But how exactly was this "interesting" - having a romantic relationship with Sarah McMillan? Sure, he thought she was sexy, but he couldn't stand Sarah. He'd even go as far as to say that she was his biggest enemy. He'd hardly call this "interesting". But ... there was something different about Sarah. She seemed ... nicer? But perhaps that was only because he was supposed to be her boyfriend.
He didn't know what to think. The only way he would know exactly what was happening was to find the stone and make a wish to find out. But where was the stone? The last time he saw it, it was in his bedroom, but if this was a new reality...
It could have been anywhere.
