What Jon didn't realize, was that the wish was already in effect and that it was already changing his reality into something else.
Zoe Madison wasn't sleeping. Until now, she hadn't actually been home. It was around midnight, and while Jon had gone to bed early, Zoe had been out at her favorite hangout, the Spiked Pit. As soon as she crossed the threshold, a chill washed over her body, causing her to involuntarily shiver. The fourteen year old Goth paused, frowned, and headed upstairs.
Linda Madison had just stepped out of the master bathroom, wearing her bathrobe and her nightgown, when she heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs. "What was that?" she wondered. Could it be a burglar? She headed into the hallway and spotted Zoe heading toward her bedroom and headed her off.
"Where have you been?" She said, worried. She was worried every time Zoe snuck out. But she was reasonably certain her daughter wasn't doing anything illegal, only irresponsible, but how could she be sure?
