The young girl brought the basket to a nearby road where she set the rock down, other stones decorated a path stretching towards a house in one direction and a larger road at a T on the other. There it sat for 2 years, 8 months, 15 days, 8 hours, and 23 minutes. An oddly specific time that has absolutely no correlation to real life at all.

As time went by, the rock slowly sunk into the ground about halfway and drifted away from the path. The other stones lining the path occasionally got kicked away by a carriage or people walking by, and no attempts were made by the young girl to fix this as she had moved on to better things in life.

One day a curious kid, perhaps a relative of the girl who set up the rock to be here, picked up the rock and slipped it into his pocket while heading home. As the kid was quite young, their pocket was small and the rock jutted out ever so slightly, allowing it to see the surroundings. The boy and his parents, or perhaps guardians of some sort, came to the T and took a left, travelling by foot through a path wide enough for two carriages to ride side by side.

Within an hour, the scenery became familiar as they reached a bridge going over a small river with a rocky shore. Unlike the path, the bridge only had enough space for one carriage to cross. The sun was starting to go down so they hurried across the bridge and made for a clearing to make camp for the night. While setting up a tent, the kid's guardians noticed the rock bulging in the kid's pocket and made him toss it away into the grass, conveniently rolling to and stopping in the exact spot where this story started, give or take an error of a few inches to meters.