Jessie saw that it was night, she was in the passenger seat of a stopped car, the clock on the car's radio said 3:49, and in the driver's seat was Heather, wearing a bathrobe she recognized as her husband's. She looked out the windshield and saw the car was at a red light, at an intersection she recognized as being a couple miles away from her and Mark's apartment.
"What -- what am I doing here? With you?" Jessie asked.
Heather shrugged. "I let you out -- figured we were far enough away. I just waited till Mark was asleep." The light turned green, and she stepped on the gas.
"But -- but I can only grant Ma-- master's wishes," Jessie protested.
Heather glanced at her sideways. "Really?"
"I-I think so."
"Okay, one woman to another -- what's the whole story here?"
Jessie gave a highly edited account of Mark coming home with the magic coin, altering her body, and turning her into a genie. "He wished I'd only grant his wishes, or the wishes of anyone he designates as master," she explained.
Heather drummed her fingers on the steering wheel as she gazed at the road ahead. "Anyone he designates as master -- by allowing them to have possession of your bottle?"
"Huh?" Jessie noticed that her bottle was wedged into the center console of Heather's car. She looked up and realized Heather was pulling onto the ramp to the airport freeway.
"First of all," Heather said, glancing over at her body double, "I wish I was dressed in the clothes I was wearing at 8:00 last night, only perfectly sized for my body in its current form."