As soon as the smoke had dissipated, before Andrew was... nothing at all. Just blank, regular air.
Slightly disappointed, Andrew glanced around the Arcade hoping to spot a genie or something. But no, nothing appeared.
Andrew sighed. It looked like it would be one of those boring days again.
Recorking the bottle, he decided he’d have more fun hanging out around the rest of the mall...
•••
Some time later, just before Andrew put his pajamas on, he looked over the bottle once more.
It didn’t appear to be really special or anything, but still he felt drawn to it...
Looking for hidden writing didn’t come up with anything and nether did washing the bottle. Perplexed, he sat down heavily on his bed, practically slamming the bottle on his desk.
With a *pop*, the cork came off once more, and a haze filled the room again.
Andrew coughed, wishing he’d never gone to that silly arcade in the first place.
But this time, out of the haze appeared...