I smiled at her and said, "I wish that we were at your house, inside your room."
With a woosh of air, the pair of us found ourselves standing in a large chamber. This wasn't the room I remember Sara having, instead it looked like the inside of an Alien's hive. A thick resin adorned the walls, and the air was hot and humid. However, there were a few things which were familiar. The "bed," which seemed to made out of a gel within a semi-solid membrane, still had the same stuffed animals on it, including the massive unicorn plushie I won her at a fair a couple years ago. The walls had similar poster on them, though strangely a few of them seemed to have been written in some foreign language I didn't recognize. Her desk was off in the same corner it always was, though now looked to be made out of a similar substance to the walls, and it had all the same nicknacks on it.
Once she registered what had happened, Sara gasped loudly, whipping her head around to make sure it wasn't a trick. She even went over to her desk and grabbed her dairy to check today's entry. After ensuring that, no, this really is her house, Sara stared straight at me, and then slowly down to my ring.
"Okay, James... I believe you now," she said, somewhat quietly, "What are you planning on doing with this?"
"Honestly, I don't know... Why don't you tell me what you'd wish for? That way, you'll get something out of this and it might give me some ideas."
"O... okay. Um... let me think," she replied, before making a show of it by putting her hand underneath her head. This went on for all of two seconds, before she flashed a devilish smile at me. Clearly, she had thought of her wish before I offered her it. "Okay, I have it."
"And it is...?" was my hesitant reply.
Sara closed the distance between us, and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. Staring straight at me, Sara flashed me that smile again, before whispering in my ear.
"I wish that..."