The parking garage disappeared from around Jessie. She found herself in a dimly-lit house, right by the front door, still holding her own lamp.
The woman with the carry-on bag was there, too -- she took a step and stopped as she must have realized she'd moved to a different location. She looked around, saw Jessie in the dim light, said, "What the --" and then collapsed onto the foyer floor.
"Oh, my God," said Jessie, leaning over the woman's body. It quickly became apparent that she'd gotten her exact wish, and she'd indeed gone right to sleep. Jessie tried shaking her several times, but she didn't stir. Guess she really is gonna be out for 12 hours, Jessie thought.
The next plan was to put the woman someplace better than the floor, but Jessie found she couldn't lift her, not even enough to get her on the living room couch, much less up the stairs where her bedroom presumably was.
Jessie spent a few minutes exploring the downstairs of the house, as best she could quietly and without turning on any lights -- she didn't want to wake up anyone else who might be in the house.
She found family photos, but no real indication of how recent they were. There wasn't much magnetically attached to the refrigerator -- no kids' drawings or report cards or anything like that. She did find that the woman's name was apparently Kristina Boyle.
Jessie leaned against the kitchen counter and saw the glowing numbers of the digital clock on the microwave oven switch from 4:29 to 4:30.
Okay, so let's see what I know, she thought. Yesterday was my day off from the store, so it was Thursday. Today is Friday. Kristina's going to be asleep until after 4:00 this afternoon. She was traveling for business, so she probably has the kind of job where it's okay if she misses a day -- she might have even called in already when her flight was delayed. I'm probably gonna lose my job -- not that I need it as a genie, I guess...
She sighed. Although without my genie self there, Mark could be in trouble -- once he wakes up, he might be able to wish me back or something. Or someone here will come downstairs first and see Kristina on the floor, and this strange woman in a genie costume. So I guess when I'm the one holding the bottle, anyone around me can have a wish granted --
She looked down at the bottle that she was clutching in her right hand. "Shoot, I didn't even try making a wish myself!" she whispered. She tiptoed back to the foyer and quietly said, "I wish this woman was in her bed."