By Mrs. Wilson, Jon's neighbor from across the street. She was an elderly woman in her 70s who spent much of her day in her garden. She often baked cookies for the neighborhood children, and was much beloved.
Out of the corner of his eye, she spotted the stone. She would have almost missed it, if it weren't for the dim sunlight glinting off of it. It was a kind of metallic glint. She picked it up and looked at it, seeing that it wasn't metal at all, but instead a stone. And a strange-looking one at that.
"What a lovely stone," she said, deciding to take it home. It would look lovely in her house.
