Jon, cowered behind the bar, was really devasted. His make-up, if he couldn't get it off, would make him the laughing stock of his school. And his new attire, which he would like to see on any girl but not on him, made him feel almost naked. These changes were already bad enough for him and the longer he waited, the more likely it seemed to him that he would wind up with something worse. Well, he thought, with the element of surprise on his side, he could make a grab for the stone before Sarah or her ex-friends had time to react.
Just as he had finished this thought, he heard Sarah say: "But it's not over yet. I wish..."
"No!", Jon shouted as he dashed from his hideout straight to Sarah, bewilderment clearly written on her face. But, unused of walking in his new shoes, he tripped, only two steps away from Sarah, the wishing rock and his salvation. Damn heels, were his last thoughts before he crashed headfirst into the floor.
Then darkness claimed him.
