When she regained her balance, Sarah looked around and saw ... herself. Except, she was much older, maybe by ten or fifteen years?
"Good, I got here at the right time," her older self said.
"Are you me?" Sarah asked.
"Yes. I'm from the future."
Sarah looked at her older self's hand. Clutched within it was that object that Jon Merlin had.
"You got that thing from Jon."
"That's right. It's a wishing stone. I've been using it for years. But ..."
"I was going over there right now to ..."
"I know. I already did it, remember?"
"Oh yeah."
"But I need to stop you," the older Sarah said.
"What? But it's a wishing stone. I can have anything I want."
"I know that. But it's too dangerous. I made ... mistakes."
Sarah almost looked offended by that remark. "Mistakes? Sarah McMillan does not make mistakes."
"Oh get off your damn high horse!" the older Sarah yelled. "We're only human. We're not gods."
"Well, we should be."
The older Sarah suddenly looked worried. "I ... I forgot what I was like in high school."
"What do you mean by 'like in high school'? What the hell does being in high school have to do with wanting the best of the best?"
"You don't understand. You're too young. You ..."
"I can do whatever I want!" Sarah yelled. "I'm Sarah McMillan!" When the hell did she become such a pain in the ass stickler? She looked at her older self's clutched hand. The stone was in there. If she could just take her older self by surprise ...
The older Sarah flinched and took a step back at her younger self's words. And that's when Sarah made her move. She jumped towards the older Sarah and tackled her to the floor. Then she reached for the stone.
