Through Zoe's Eyes: "Jon" still has the stone.

"Looks like your friend is waiting for you," Jon said, looking out the passenger window. I followed his gaze and saw one of Zoe's friends leaning against the wall, standing apart from the crowd of students milling about. After a moment, she spotted our car, nodding at me, and started walking forward. I knew her name -- Athena -- but next to nothing else about her. How was I supposed to spend the entire school day with her, passing off as my sister? Instinctively I reached for the stone in the front pocket of my pants. Maybe I could wish to know everything Zoe knew about Athena? That way, I could... Instead of jeans I was expecting, my hand brushed against the skirt I had put on this morning. Of course! Zoe wouldn't have the stone! In the confusion and excitement of waking up a woman this morning, I had completely forgotten about taking the stone with me. It was probably still in the box under my bed. Uh, Jon's bed. Maybe I could run home during lunch hour and get it? "Could you hurry up, Zoe? I told Karyn I'd meet her before classes started." As he spoke, Jon absentmindedly patted a familiar looking bulge in the front pocket of his jeans. My eyes widened. Jon -- the other Jon, the other *me* -- still had the wishing stone!