Gary walked to the nearest telephone to check a phone book. He looked under Smith until he found one living in the neighborhood. There were three. He checked every house. The third one was the right one.
He rang the doorbell.
A teenage boy answered the door. "Hi."
"Yes, hello. Is there anyone named Jon living here?"
"Yeah. I'm Jon. Do I know you?"
"Maybe. My name is Gary. Gary Meadows? I believe you know my son ... Biff."
Shock appeared on Jon's face and he turned around and ran towards the stairs.
"Oh no you don't," Gary said, as he chased Jon upstairs.
Jon ran to his room and reached for the rock which was on his dresser. But Gary grabbed Jon before he could get it.
"I knew you had something to do with all this. I just KNEW it."
Jon still tried to break free of the man holding him down, but it was no use.
"What is that thing that you're trying to get at?" Still holding Jon, Gary reached for the rock and picked it up. "What is it?"
"I'm not telling you."
"WHAT is it?"
But Jon wouldn't say.
"Ugh." Gary pushed Jon on the floor and said, "I wish you'd be more cooperative with me." Then the stone flashed and Gary was even more interested in what was really going on.
