As soon as Jon opened the door and a waft of humid heat hit him did he stop to consider his actions.
"Mother-" He began, cursing. He looked down at his body and saw nothing different. Yet he could tell, somewhere deep inside, that this wasn't right. Someone was messing with the world with HIS Stone!
"Should've made it theft proof," He said. He could feel sweat dribbling down his spine and pooling under the layers of rubber. He took a look outside, knowing that if he didn't wear his delicious rubber he would be in trouble. But at the same time he knew.
"Oh, my head!" He said, closing the door. "Oh. Conflicting realities are painful." He clutched the sides of his made-up face. "That's it, I am not going out like-"
Suddenly his headache was gone. Jon stood up straight, eyes gleaming, smile plastered on his face. "Of course I am not going out like this. I need more rubber. I need to be enclosed, as per the Law. And I obey the law." He did a 360 degree turn and walked up the stairs like a wind-up doll.
As he click-clacked up the stairs, Zoe looked on from a corner, smiling deviously.
