The remains on the ground crackled with energy as the kids foot came off them.
"What the hell?" he said as a green light glowed around him and his bike. Jon shifted his glance away but when he looked back there stood a four-inch tall version of the bratty kid, screaming at the top of his tiny lungs.
"See what happens?" Jon sighed, plucking the kid from the ground. Now he'd have to find some way to get him back to normal as well, though he really had nowhere to put him. He was barely covering herself as it stood.
And then things got worse.
From inside the house that the rock had just gone through marched an irate woman. She was very small with short hair but not at all unattractive. Since there was no one else on the street, she turned her attention to Jon.
"Did you do this?" she shouted, holding the rock high in the air.
Jon tried to say something but was interrupted.
"It's Dan, isn't it," she said, choking back tears, "You're fucking him, aren't you?"
Jon was speechless. Clearly this housewife thought she had some bizarre revenge scheme that involved tossing rocks through windows.
"You know," cried the woman as Jon winced, "I wish --"
