"He's a big one we best keep him tied down till I figure out what security is needed." says a voice as you lay on your side somewhere.
The sounds of men talking in crude and rough speach fills the air. Then too are sounds of horses neighing, a goat baaing, and stranger sounds of other animals all mixed into a din of noise.
The ropes tied to your wrists and feet hold you bound up tight. Your movement is very little and in your thoughts you know something just isn't right.
"Where am I?" you think the words.
"In Arizona, as you wished to be!" comes a quick reply but you did not hear this through your ears but it echo's about inside your mind.
"Who are you?" you ask still not wishing to open your eyes to the light of day.
"Me, I am the residual thoughts of Tiri the Genie of the Orange Dijinn!" comes the reply.
"I wished to be home in Arizona and....." you begin to remind Tiri of your long pointed wish.
"I know your wish and have granted it according to the prime directive granted to me by Circe. You asked to be returned to Arizona, to be of enough wealth to live comfortably, to be handsome, galant, and have females find you the apple of their eye feeling desire for pleasure, to young, strong, agile, and being wise while knowing more than those around you in life. Your fifth part was to live a longer life span than what might be normal, this too I have granted. Now rise, open your eyes and gaze upon your life as I have granted it for you to enjoy!" tells the Genie Tiri.