"This isn't...I can't...I gotta...I can't think!" you moan. He can't be right; there has to be some way to fix your problem. It's magic, right? You should be able to circumvent that, you assure yourself. But it all rings false in your head, and you collapse in a nearby chair, fighting back tears.
"I go tend the shop," the old man says. "You sit here, think about what to do, eh? My wife bring you some tea if you want." With that, he walks out front to wait for customers, leaving you alone to contemplate your situation.
You try to come up with a way to make yourself yourself again, but you can't even seem to think straight. Looking around the room, you notice how crummy of a place this is. The wallpaper is peeling, the fluorescent light flickers terribly, and everything smells quite musty.
You feel sorry for the old man and his wife. Maybe they did sell you the stone that got you into this mess, but they obviously didn't mean you any harm, and they're much too nice to be living in such a dump. "I wish they weren't so poor," you mutter. As you realize what you just said, the room spins, and before you know it, you're in the apartment above a small Chinese restaurant, presumably the old couple's. It's not particularily swanky, but for a small family-run restaurant, it's not bad.
But at the same time you're feeling happy for the old Chinese couple, your heart sinks at the realization that you now have only one wish left with which to fix your problem. "Oh no," you groan. "I wish I'd never found this stupid stone!"
And as the room spins again, you realize that in your despair, you just might have found the way to get your life back...