Trouble

"Karyn, we need to talk to you about your friend Jon," Grandpa Ed said. "That's right," Karyn's Great Uncle Al said. "Why?" Karyn asked. She was very suspicous of them. In response to her question, they told their usual stories of other worlds and alchemy. She never really believed in all of that stuff and she always thought that they were crazy. Except that now, she didn't think they *were* that crazy afterall. The wishing stone *was* real. *I definitely have proof of **that**,* Karyn thought to herself, looking down at her wish-enhanced breasts. Thinking that this sudden visit from her relatives might mean trouble, she called Jon. "Hi, it's me Karyn. I think we may have a problem," she said over her cellphone. Then, suddenly, Grandpa Ed grabbed the phone from her. "Hey!" she yelled. "Is that him? Is that *Jon*?" he asked. He put it up to his ear, but there was no connection. Her grandfather dropped the phone on the floor and grabbed Karyn. "Grandpa, stop. You're hurting me." "Tell me where he is." "Grandpa, please." "Damn it, Karyn. You don't understand what's going on! We *need* to find him!"