There were mirrors all over, as one might expect. A good-looking woman looked back at him. She was probably in her mid-thirties, and looked great for a woman her age; even the unflattering house dress was beautiful on her.
She didn't bear much resemblance to Sarah, though, which Jon was happy for; he wondered why. A more pressing question on his mind was where his wishing stone had gone. Presumably, if Sarah and her mother existed, then he would too, in another form which owned it. It was only a matter of finding out where.
But for now, he'd just have to finish making the dinner the previous owner of this body had started.
