Meanwhile, Jon struggled under the weight of clothes that had become a gigantic world all their own. Completely naked, his mind raced with the distinct possibility that he was done for. The rock was gone, stupidly wished away to his bedroom, and he was going to be a quick meal for the first insect that came his way. Not to mention that he was just as likely to be crushed by an unwitting student.
But, lucky for him, Jon's luck was about to change.
Across town, Jon's mom had just gotten home from work and, with some disgust, inspected her son's room.
"That boy is a mess," she muttered to herself, examining his bed. "A rock! Why on earth would he keep this in his bed."
She lifted it, noticing nothing special.
"Why," she began, "I wish--"
