Thinking he dropped it, John quickly searches the ground around him, but notices the concerned look on your face and stops.
"You didn't drop it, it went inside you."
"Gosh! I don't feel anything, though. What do you suppose is going on?" John says. His tone of voice completely floors you.
"You sure you don't feel any different? Why are you talking like that?"
"I can't for the life of me--holy cow, you're right! I'm speaking like Miss Lock!" John exclaims, and puts his hands over his mouth, eyes wide with fascination.
"Maybe the orb is her voice or personality or something. I'm going to try to get it out," you say, but aren't sure exactly how to do it. You touch his arm tentatively, and you can feel a sensation run through your own arm. In moments, a glow appears and you take out an orb from his arm.
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