Samantha looked up to find she was sitting on her couch in her own house, albeit in the same position she had been in her car, with her right foot stretched out to push a non-existent gas pedal, her hands at ten and two on an imaginary steering wheel. When reality finally clicked, a strange thought flew through Samantha's mind. She leaped off the couch and ran to the garage, only to have her worst fears realized.
There was no car inside. She had only wished that SHE were at home.
"Crap! I wish that my car was safely turned off inside my garage!" Samantha yelled, her voice raised out of anxiety and not any expectation that a louder volume would ensure the wish occurred. Luckily, at that instant, as though it had always been there, Samantha's car appeared out of nowhere in the garage, keys still in the ignition but turned off.
Unbeknownst to Samantha, just moments earlier the empty car had been careening down the highway. Innocent drivers had no idea how close they had come to near disaster.
Still breathing heavily, Samantha stared at the ring on her finger. Even the slightest misspeak could create unimaginable problems. Was it really worth keeping the ring? Who could tell how exactly it would decide to interpret her wishes? Nervously twirling the ring around her finger, Samantha decided...