(Fixed a continuity error of mine. See the forum.)
In the previous reality, Tiffany Sanders had slept with the entire football team and was nine months pregnant with a baby rumored to be Biff's. The stone "translated" her situation in terms of her new role as Mrs. Madison. Now Tiffany the attorney had slept with many of the men in her law office and was pregnant with the baby of one of them. She was in her early forties; this was her last chance to have a child, and she wasn't going to give it up. No matter how much it hurt her soon-to-be ex-husband.
Or Jon. He was embarrassed to be seen with her in public at the mall. So brazen, showing off the fruit of her betrayal like that. How could Jennifer tolerate the biggest mistake her mother had ever made? Because she was a girl with maternal instincts he lacked? At least his previous sisters Zoe and Karyn had the sense to reject her. Mikey was too young to care. He just wanted to see a movie.
Jon wanted to be anywhere but here. Anywhere but with a girl. He wasn't gay -- or at least he didn't think he was -- but watching his mother's escapades over the years had made him wary of girls. Even his childhood best friend -- Karyn Black and Melissa Black in the last two realities and now Zelda Black. He was glad he hadn't been friends with Karyn for years. Who knew what their relationship would have deteriorated into? He remembered keeping his distance from Melissa Black yesterday. And there was no way he'd get involved with her replacement Zelda.
Zelda took a deep breath. She was standing in Jon's room, her backpack still on, and the stone still in her hand. She had made her wish, and ... what did she expect? Jon to teleport here and kiss her? Changing his mother wouldn't have necessarily caused that to happen.
But it had other effects reaching back into the past. Zelda noticed the pictures of Jon and her were gone from his room. They had been there just a moment ago. "No ..."
Zelda overcame her reluctance to touch Jon's stuff. She tore apart his room in search of any evidence of their relationship. She was too distraught to ask the stone what had happened. She didn't want knowledge; she wanted something physical. A photo. The story they had written together on stapled pieces of paper. But there was nothing. The Jon of her new timeline had thrown away anything connected with her years ago. Hours later she sat crying in the middle of a mess on the floor.
Jon opened the door. He had just come home from the mall. "Zelda! What are you doing here?!"
"Oh, Jon ..." Zelda was happy to see him, even if he was mad at her. He didn't have to be. She could change that. She grabbed the stone. "I wish ..."
