What Sarah did next was slooooooooooooowly take off her blouse, and then go back to examining her recently changed breasts and body. Since she kept glancing up at him with a smirk, Jon was pretty sure it was for his benifit. After a while though, she obviously got tired of taunting a stuffed toy that could not respond, and seemed to forget about him.
For Jon's part, he was getting quite a strip-tease. Under most circumstances, he would have been quite appreciative of such a show. Unfortunately, given his current situation, he was somewhat distracted by other things.
Like the fact that he was a 1-foot high teddy-bear, and didn't seem to be able to do anything about it.
Eventually, Sara left the room, and Jon was left alone. Jon's first thought was one of panic. "She can't be leaving my like this, can she?!?" Eventually, however, it sunk in that she already had.
The novelty of being a plush toy was quickly wearing off. This was downright boring. For a while, Jon tried to pass the time by planning what he would do to Sara when he got back the rock. Unfortunately, all such plans he made had the fatal flaw in them that he had to somehow GET the rock. And since he was still a teddy-bear, and incapable of movement, (not to mention speech, even if he DID get it) he had something of a problem.
Eventually, he tried going to sleep, but that didn't seem to be an option either. Teddy-bears aparently didn't need sleep. He also didn't seem to need air, since he obviously wasn't breathing. This realization caused him a moment of panic. After a lifetime habit of moving his lungs, it was extremely disconcerting to realize that he no longer had any. Presumably he didn't need food, either. It was hard to tell, but he was pretty sure he didn't feel hungry. He didn't really feel ANYTHING, for that matter. Oh sure, he could feel the quilt-cover he was sitting on, and the wooden bed-board he was leaned against. But he couldn't really feel anything from inside his body except a sort of warm fuzziness. Which was probably just as well, he mused, since even if he DID feel hungry, he didn't really have any way of feeding himself. Or even much of a mouth to put the food into.
Eventually, he just ended up brooding and waiting, alone in the dark.
