"What the fuck am I wearing?" came a male voice from elsewhere in the house. Linda sprinted out into the hall, finding that Jon's bedroom now existed instead of the guest room. Or rather, Jack's bedroom. He was the same age that Jon was, before all this stone-wishing started, but he had the mind of the 12-year old Goth Jon.
Linda looked at her new son, not Goth in the slightest. But that was to be expected. Most kids came out of their Goth phase once they became teenagers, and Jack was at least 16. She smiled, glad to have some form of Jon back, but Jack wasn't feeling the same way. He didn't know what was happening. One moment, he was chasing Mikey, he thought, then suddenly, he was back in his house, in his bedroom, but everything was all fucked up. Including himself! Just what the fuck happened?
