Jon had to concentrate to fight the erection that was growing in his trunks. His life had become a constant reminder of Sarah, and now that she was bounding toward him with her boobs nearly flying out of her skimpy bikini top, he could barely contain himself. But the look on her face reminded him that she was now the only other person who realized just how messed up things had become.
"Jon..." she gasped.
"Where's your usual, devilish grin?" Jon asked coyly. She was obviously beginning to realize the problems with her wish.
"I... I need your help, Jon." she said reluctantly. She looked like she was on the edge of tears.
"I thought you had everything under control? You seemed pretty pleased with yourself, or should I say yourselves, a couple of days ago."
"It's too much. Nobody respects me anymore. My family doesn't listen to me, my friends think they're better than me. Biff only wants to compare makeup, or outfits. He doesn't care about... about any of the stuff he cared about before." That last bit made Sarah start sobbing. Jon hadn't ever seen Sarah cry before. It made her seem almost human. Obviously she cared about Biff a lot, and he had pretty much lost everything that made him who he was, along with everybody else.
"They're just as selfish and stuck-up as you now. Look around. Nobody's an individual. It's a town of self-obsessed teen girls."
"Help me fix it Jon!" she held up the stone. "I tried to wish them back to normal, but it didn't work! Is something wrong with the stone?"
"No," Jon grumbled, "It's working perfectly."
"What?"
"Wishes can't be reversed."
Sarah's face flushed. "What do you mean..."
"Wishes made with the stone can't be reversed. Only reinterpreted."
"So everybody's stuck this way?"
"Maybe. It depends on how you worded your wish originally."
"I... I don't exactly remember." She looked at the stone, then held out her hand to Jon. "You take it. I don't want it anymore. I've already screwed up enough!"
Jon just stared at Sarah's outstretched hand. He knew he was probably the only one left who would actually make a responsible wish. But thanks to Sarah's earlier wish, he had no desire to touch the stone.
"I don't want it," he said flatly.
"What? It's yours! You're the only one who can fix this. Please, take it!"
"I don't want it. You wished for that, remember?"
Sarah gave an angry squeal, like her daddy had taken away her credit card.
"You're such an asshole! We're both in trouble here, and you won't even help me. I said TAKE THE STONE!"
Frustrated, she threw the rock at Jon. He just stood there, as it hit him sharply in the chest. He winced a bit, but made no effort to catch it. He looked down. The stone was just lying in the sand in front of him. He knew the stone was the only thing that had the power to make things right, but he just could not compel himself to bend down and pick it up.
