I've been watching over you ever since you inherited the stone from me, Jon's grandfather said.
You've been with me the whole time? Jon asked.
Yes, he replied, nodding. But I didn't have much of a choice.
What do you mean?
It seems that when someone uses the stone and then dies, he or she is forever drawn to the stone, wherever it goes in the living world. I was hoping to reunite with my mother and father in the afterlife, but I can't seem to escape the stone. I think as long as the stone exists, I'll be stuck here as a ghost.
At least you'll have company, Jon said sourly, referring to himself.
Oh, I already have company, his grandfather said. Remember what I said. Anyone who dies after using the stone, even if it was just once, will forever be drawn to the stone, as if it were an anchor. Every person who had ever used the wishing stone is here with us.
Really? Where?
Oh, they're around. Somewhere.
Jon turned and looked into his bedroom. Karyn was reaching for something under his bed. The stone. She's looking for it, Jon said.
Yes, I see that. His grandfather floated closer to him. I have a feeling that your friend is trying to bring you back to life. So listen carefully. It's important that you know ...
Karyn opened the box and grabbed the wishing stone. She was relieved that it was still there.
She didn't waste any time. She had to bring Jon back. "I wish ..."
