Jon walked away from the window and sat back down on his bed. "I know you can hear me. Who are you?"
I can't believe this is happening. He's actually talking to me, the voice said.
"I'm waiting," Jon said, with his arms crossed over his chest.
My name is Jim.
"And how do you know what I'm doing right now? Are you an angel or something?"
The voice chuckled nervously. I still can't believe this is happening.
Jon started to think that maybe their communication with each other wasn't on purpose. This Jim guy certainly sounded surprised.
"Where are you?" Jon asked.
In my apartment.
"Where's that?"
Just outside Chicago.
"That's hundreds of miles from here. How are you seeing me?" Jon looked around his bedroom. "There's a hidden camera, right?"
No.
"Then how are you doing this?"
Um. Let's just say that I have a special insight into your life.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Listen, since I can obviously talk to you now, how about some advice?
"Okay?"
Don't let your sister get her hands on the stone. Or your mom, or Sarah, or Biff, or Steve, or ...
"Hey, how do you know about all of them? And how do you know about the stone?"
That would be too complicated explain. And you probably wouldn't believe me anyway.
"So, what are you? Really."
Just think of me as your guardian angel. You have no idea how lucky you are to have my help.
Jon wasn't sure what he meant by that.
