The letter read,
"Dear Jon,
"If you are reading this letter, then you must have somehow - accidentally, I assume - wished your own identity away, and are unable to remember who you were. I was afraid that might happen, and so in that event I decided I'd help. I have already wished that whatever wish you make that makes you forget your own identity can only last 24 hours. 24 hours, that is, after you read this letter.
"I've helped you out this time, but a word of advice: the wishing stone is NOT a toy. It's very dangerous if you start wishing the wrong way. Furthermore, you ought to refrain from using catch-all phrases like 'carte blanche' or 'free reign' etc, in order to double back on wishes. It just confuses the rock and in the end might cause serious damage. The rock won't work properly until 24 hours from now, so I'd suggest to try and not make any wishes until then.
"To whatever-your-name-is that rads this, I'm sorry if you're very confused, but it will all make sense once you get your memory back. Hopefully, Jon will then be able to figure out a way to get things back to normal.
"Take care. If you screw up again, you'll get another letter - but that one won't be as kind as this one.
Love,
Grandpa."
Joan couldn't believe it. Neither could Karyn. Joan wished that she knew exactly what was going on, but the wish didn't work - all it did was highlight what she already knew: that she was a girl, her grandfather died and left her this stone, and then this letter arrived.
"The, uh, Jon's wish must have prevented the stone from telling you." Karyn muttered.
"Shut up!" Joan was on the verge of tears. "This is all a lie! There never was a Jon! Come on, Karyn, it's me! We grew up together! This can't be true!"
Joan worst of all didn't WANT to believe it. If it were true, then she would turn into a boy in 24 hours, or lose her memory, or God knows what.
