"You're right, it's too late. What could you possibly do to him?"
Jon reached for the stone and felt its heaviness in his hands. "I wish that this villain she's talking about were oblivious to what we're about to do to him." Glora watched with silver arms folded as Jon breated deeply and said, "I wish he could never touch the stone again. I wish whatever harm he does could be undone somehow. I --"
Karyn had a hand on top of his, touching the stone. "I wish he'd be turned into something he'd rather not be!"
Jon looked at her, his train of thought derailed. "Why?"
She said, "He's probably done some awful things. Just imagine that somewhere out there he's being zapped into a frog or something, out of the blue!"
"But we didn't need to do that! Stone, I wish..." Jon shook his head; he'd only make it worse.
Jon and Karyn let go of the stone. Jon said, "All right, Glora. We're done. Let's move on to better things."
Glora stretched, smiled and said...
