Instantly, Jon's hand reached for the stone, making sure he still had it. He did. But if that was so, then how had this happened? Something was majorly different.
His room looked almost exactly the same except for one very noticeable thing: in place of his bed was a bunk bed. And it looked as though both bunks had been used recently.
Jon's sister Zoe walked by, towards her own bedroom.
"Zoe," he said, grabbing her attention. "Where did that bunk bed in my room come from?"
Zoe looked puzzled. "Jon, that bed's been there for years. It's your bed."
"If that's so, then who uses the other bunk?"
Again, she looked puzzled. "Jon, you know the other bunk belongs to ..."
