Jon was lying down on his bed, tossing the stone back and forth between his hands, thinking about what to wish for. It was more difficult to think of something than he thought it would be.
Suddenly, he heard the doorbell ring and he dropped the stone. He groaned and then got down on the floor to look for it.
"There you are," he said, reaching for it under his bed. After getting a hold of it, he pulled it out and looked at it. "I have to be more careful with this thing."
He stood up and was about to put the stone back in the box it came in, but stopped when he heard someone knocking at his bedroom door.
That must be Karyn, he thought. He opened the door, but was surprised that it was someone else. Someone who shouldn't have even been in his house.
Biff grabbed Jon's shirt and pulled him close. "Where is it, dickweed?"
"Uh ... where's what?"
Biff looked down at Jon's hand and saw that it was clutching something. It must have been the stone.
