“How do you know he’s not dead?”
“He’s still linked to his genie,” Asrah replied. He could barely believe what he was feeling. She flicked again, and again, as every one of the buttons on Harry’s shirt flew off. “I wish for that guy to jump even further than Harry did, and nail a perfect landing,” Charlie said. “NOTHING!?” Daniel shouted. Her mind raced, looking for something, anything, which could help their predicament. “Which if you’ve done something silly like eliminating your need for food, will be a very long time indeed.”
“You can’t do this! “It’s better if I keep myself to myself.”
“I thought genies had to obey humans?” Charlie asked. The boy moaned as the genie made him a man. It reminded Harry of the lamp from Aladdin, so he decided it would be fun to rub it. He stopped for a while to enjoy the view. “My name is Frank Johnson, and this is my associate, Nicholas Durand. “Did that please you, Master?” She asked, and Harry just nodded contently.
