Nothing happened. He tried again. "I wish I had something to eat." Nothing. The stone wasn't working. At least for him. Would it work for Sydney? Should he risk suggesting it? "Put it back, Sydney," he told her.
No, she said. Apparently, her period of being agreeable had ended. We're going to go for a walk, she told him, picking the stone up. I wish you'd do what I say and stop telling me what to do.
The stone flashed. "Pretty," she said. "I sound different," she said, noticing she was suddenly speaking perfect English.
Jon tried to reply, but it came out as a growl, then a whimper. Sydney interpreted it as, That thing is dangerous.
She put the stone down where she'd found it. "Come on, we're going for a walk," she said, excited. She'd see what these new hind legs and 'hands' could do.
