Mark called out, "Zoe!"
Like many teenagers, she had something of a rebellious streak, but she knew better than to just disobey an order. She came downstairs and asked "What is it, Dad?"
"We need you to go out and do some shopping for us. The sun's not going to hurt you."
"Are you kidding, Dad? First of all you don't know that it isn't going to hurt me. Maybe if you're already a Goth it turns you into two Goths. Second, the ultraviolet would fry me in a second."
"They say the ultraviolet isn't any brighter than a normal sun's ultraviolet, so it won't fry you. It's just that the rest of the light is missing, so ultraviolet is all that's left. In fact, not even that, the rest of the light is still there but you can't see it, so the plants won't die."
"You must be really scared, you're trying to convince me instead of just telling me. Fine, where's the shopping list?"
As the teens' parents wrote up the shopping list, Jon was busy making wishes. "I wish I knew if that weird sun is because of the stone." Yes. "I wish I knew how the stone passed its range limit." It was a freak alignment of the stars and the range is now back to normal. Great, what could he do now?
