Jon began to look for the rock in the sheets of the bed, but couldn't find it. He then looked all over the apartment. But he couldn't find it anywhere. Did he still have it at all? There was no way of finding that out.
Someone knocked on Sarah's door, breaking him out of his nervous thoughts. He wasn't very presentable, wearing only a pink bra and a pair of pink panties, so he grabbed a robe and put it on.
He walked to the door and was about to open it, but he paused. What was he supposed to do now? Live his life as a twenty-year old Sarah? He had no idea what her life was like. How was he supposed to do this?
The knocking started again and guy's muffled voice came from the other side of the door. "Hey, Sarah. Open up."
Jon took a deep breath and opened the door.
