Jessie suddenly realized something was missing. "We left the lamp in your car."
"Shit," said Heather. "We'd better go back and get it. If I wished to have it, it might end up back with Mark."
They reversed direction and went back to Heather's car. Heather used the remote on her keychain to unlock it, as Jessie leaned in and got the lamp out of the console.
"Costume party at the airport?" came a female voice.
Jessie stood up to see a 40-something woman approaching, dressed in a rumpled business outfit, and tiredly dragging a rolling carry-on bag behind her.
"My flight was 6 hours late. I thought I was hallucinating at first, seeing you," said the woman.
"Ha, yeah, it's kind of a long story," said Heather.
"Well, I'm too exhausted to hear it," the woman said with a wry smirk on her face as she trudged past the duo. "Of course, I wish I had my own real genie -- no, I wish I was home already and could go right to sleep for about 12 hours."
Heather looked at the lamp in Jessie's hand, and the unspoken question that passed between the two in a half-second -- what was about to happen?