As Bobby walked home he saw a familiar face he had known since he was just a kid, Mrs Humpbert. She had been old for as long as he could remember, though he thought her actual age was somewhere in her 80s. Today she was out working on her garden, but she had a frustrated look on her face before she lit up seeing Bobby.
"Oh Bobby dear!" She called out to him with a eave of her hand. "Could you please help me with this weed? I'm afraid I don't have the strength to pull it myself."
Bobby groaned internally, but decided it would be better to help her out than risk her telling his mom about him ignoring her later. Reluctantly, he walked over and took a hold of the weed, pulling it out with a hard yank. Unfortunately for him, it had a thorn on the side that tore a gash in his thumb, causing him to cry out as iy began to bleed.
"Oh heavens, I'm so sorry. I should have warned you." She said, gesturing for him to follow her inside. "Please come in and let me get you bandaged up."
He followed her inside, and while he was waiting he wondered if maybe she would be a good test su ject for the ring. She returned with the bandage and asked him to hold out his hand, the same one with the ring on it...