The authorities had the area clear and were analyzing the accident. The paramedics were attending to the truck driver's injuries. Tabitha sat on the curb edge, wrapped in a medical blanket, sniffling. She had already been questioned on her recount of what happened, her relation to the victim, her relation to the accident, and her current stability. They helped calm her down after she broke into a hysteria over her predicament, (luckily) attributing the ramblings to post-traumautic stress instead of insanity. The medical team that arrived shortly after helped to further console her loss of sorts, giving her something sweet to drink and the blanket to keep her warm until she felt she could leave.
Tabitha wished she wasn't so greedy to grow up. She wished she didn't make the wish that put her into this predicament. More and more, she picked out every little thing that she could have done differently and escaped, but the truth was she was stuck like this and had to deal.
But on the ground next to her lay the remnants of the controller next to her. Before she got up to leave, she spotted it, and amongst the wreckage something caught her eye. A small metal rod, no longer than the width of her hand, with a crystal attached, just barely wider than the rod's end. Since she had never seen the remote before (as the 'genie' was manipulating it discreetly), how could she tell this was the focus used to create all the spatial disturbances that manifest the changes in her reality? She picked up the rod with a curiosity not entirely unlike a cat, and pocketed it in one of the concealed pockets of the skirt.
She left the accident, putting the whole event behind her. Now, a new life was ahead, one she begrudgingly must cope with. It's not entirely bad, she told herself, after all I am stuck in a hot body, and it was what I wanted, I guess.
And so she set off to...