The smoke cleared and in front of him stood...well himself. Andrew could only gape at what was presented before him and before he could say or do anything, the creature spoke.
"I am Djinn in form. Cursed to remain in the bottle until someone is foolish is enough to open the bottle. You think this means that you get a wish or three, but you are wrong. The nature of the curse means that you take my place and I take yours. This will be so until someone either breaks the curse or someone else opens the bottle."
Before Andrew could ask how someone is suppose to break the curse, the world went topsy turvy and he became noncoporial. In a purple smoke form, he could hear the Djinn laugh and at the same time say, "Thank you for releasing me. I've been imprisoned for five thousand years since the Pharaoh's wizard cursed me. Perhaps you shall remain in there for that long. Perhaps less, maybe more." With the this said, the Djinn Andrew began to cackle even harder.
Andrew was forced into the bottle and the he could feel movement. He couldn't see out, but he knew that he was no longer in the arcade. Time meant nothing for him as it passed and then one day, nineteen years later, the bottle was found again.
It was found by....