Sarah, the former queen of social grace, was now stumbling her way through interactions, like she was walking on foreign ground. But her intelligence was undimmed. She remembered Jon's words about wishing, and her new dweeb personality meant she was not one to ignore a mystery.
"Jon," she ventured, her question hanging in the air. "What did you mean about wishing?"
Jon's reaction was immediate and revealing. But he masked it quickly, maintaining a poker face. "Just thinking out loud, Sarah," he dismissed.
But Sarah wasn't satisfied. "That device, Jon," she persisted. "It's... unusual. You said you wished it up..."
"I wish for many things, Sarah," Jon replied, his tone an unconvincing mask of nonchalance. "Doesn't mean they come to pass."
Yet, his evasion made her more curious. There was a puzzle here and despite her social transformation, Sarah was determined to solve it. And Jon? He was stuck in the middle, the secret he wished to hide was on the verge of exposure.
