Seeking Help

Jon wanted to get some help, but the chances were good that any of his other friends would already be taken over by the aliens, or whatever they were. The only person he could go to was, unfortunately, Sarah McMillan. "Sarah!" he yelled to her. She was walking out of the school, her cheerleading practice over. "What do *you* want?" "Sarah. I know this doesn't make any sense, but I need your help." "You're right. It doesn't make any sense. Now, get out of my way," she said, pushing Jon aside. Jon grabbed her arm. "What are you doing?" "I need your help to keep this safe." He showed her the stone. He didn't need to tell her *why* it was so important, only that it was.