After he walked up the stairs and down the hall, he immediately burst into his bedroom, intent on finding the stone as quickly as possible. But then he stopped, in shock and confusion. His bedroom was gone. All the walls were blank, devoid of any pictures or posters. All of his furniture was gone, now replaced with stacks of boxes. It was storage room. His bedroom was a storage room. But how could that be? He was alone now. He should have reverted back to normal.
There were no mirrors in this room, so Jon looked at himself in the small hallway mirror. He was still the 40-year old Goth that he was downstairs. He hadn't changed back. More confusion swept over Jon, until he realized his mistake. He had wished to change in the presence of other people, but he never said anything about changing back when he was alone. He just assumed that it would happen automatically. But one thing about the stone that he was beginning to learn was that he should never assume anything when making a wish.
If his bedroom wasn't there, then the stone probably wasn't either. But since Jon did live in the house, that meant he had a bedroom somewhere. He turned and looked at the door at the end of the hall. His mom's door. In this reality, they were married, meaning maybe the stone was in there.
He opened the master bedroom door and walked in. He was about to search the room for the stone, but got distracted at his reflection in the room's full-length mirror. Black spiky hair, black make-up on pale skin, piercings, spiked collar, fishnet shirt, black leather pants, and black leather boots. He still couldn't imagine what attracted his "wife" to him. But he did kind of find himself kind of sexy, which disturbed him slightly.
As he was looking himself over, he heard someone in the hall walking towards the bedroom.
