Jon awoke the next day. A tremor of unease sending a chill down his spine momentarily as he stood up. The feeling immediately passed and Jon set about his morning routine.
Jon walked into the kitchen, his mother was sitting at the table eating her breakfast.
"Jon honey, make sure you eat some fruit with your breakfast I don't want you getting scurvey." Jon's mother said to him as he opened the fridge. The comment seemed odd to Jon, his mother hadn't told him what to eat in years, it wasn't a bad idea though. Jon wasn't much of a fruit and vegetable kind of guy and the pop tarts he was planning on eating weren't really a nutritious way to start his day.
Jon placed his pop tarts into the toaster and reached over to the bowl of fruit on the counter. eying his choices over Jon made his mind up and took a great big bite. The taste was delicious, Jon quickly consumed the flesh of the fruit, each bite more delicious then the last.
The sound of the toaster popping woke Jon from his moment and he took a step to get back to the toaster when he noticed something was wrong.
