All of Damon's belongings were given away. Or rather, they were supposed to be soon. His girlfriend Monica sorted through his things and she found the lamp lying around. As she picked up the item, sighing while she reflected on where Damon could possibly be, her fingers brushed the lamp and smoke erupted out of it. She gasped, let the offensive object drop to the floor and saw in amazement a creature appear in front of her very eyes.
"Why, hello," the genie said. "You must be my new master. I mean, mistress."
"You... You're real?..." stammered Monica.
"Sure! And you get three wishes too! For real!" laughed the genie. "So? What will it be?"
"Do... Do you know what happened to Damon?" asked with quite a little gumption Monica.
The genie told her what had occurred. Monica was appalled. Poor Damon! It was horrible! But it also taught her that this genie was not to be trusted. Not fully, at the very least. But... These were wishes they were talking about! She couldn't really pass such opportunities, in spite of he clear dangers. She just had to word her wishes carefully... right?
"All right," she said, resolute. "I know what I want as my first wish..."
The genie's eyes twinkled.