Jon looked back down at the ground and when he thought he had found the stone, he grabbed it. "I wish that my hand was back to normal and totally unhurt." The stone glowed and his hand looked as it did before the creature hurt it.
The guy who was trying to help out stared down at Jon's hand, with wide eyes. "How did you do that?"
"Uh ... well ..."
"You made a wish and it came true."
"Listen, I've gotta run." Jon sprinted away towards the lake. He had fixed his hand, but he still had to figure out what to do about Nessie. It certainly didn't belong in Chesapeake Park Lake. But could he just wish it back to Scotland? Wouldn't that be reversing his wish to bring it here?
