I needed to find a place to restore Amanda. With the rush hour in full swing, there were people everywhere and I knew I couldn't just return Amanda here. There would be too many observers and too many questions. Even now, if I simply disappeared, would that create suspicion. Somehow I needed to find a place to be alone. The library was a nice place to go, but I didn't think Amanda wanted to see it when she became alive.
A thought came to mind. I could use the ring to go to Amanda's place. I had no idea where she lived, but I'm sure the ring would. I looked around as people fixated on their own purposes walked by. Would then even noticed if I disappeared?
I thought, "I wish I was at Amanda's home," and the hustle and bustle of the street and city were replaced by a quiet room decorated in earth-tones and mountains. The noise of the city was muffled by the glass. Out the window, other high-rises darted the landscape. A kitchen and dining room adjoined the room I had appeared in and several doors were in a hallway.
The room I appeared in had a 27" high-definition TV in a nice entertainment center, a comfortable looking couch, a recliner, an oak coffee table, and plants crowded around the window. It was a comfortable place. I wondered if she shared it with someone or not, but I couldn't immediately tell. It was well organized, which I expected for a librarian.
I placed Amanda on the coffee table and positioned her on the corner. With a whisper, the book again became a block of silvery liquid. The light entering the room gave the liquid rainbow colors like oil seen on water. Legs extended from the book and over the edge of the table to the floor. Likewise, a head and body rose up from where the book sat. The liquid reached the final dimensions and solidified into Amanda.
She took a breath and looked around. "This is my place. How did you get here?" she asked.
I pointed to the ring. "Oh." She sat with the butterfly book in her hands. "Why do I still have this?"
"I don't know. I guess it considered it apart of you when I made the wish. I watched it become part of you as you changed into a copy of it." I laughed for a moment, "the librarian at the checkout desk did stamp you with a due date, by the way. I wonder if you still have it or not."
"Well, when I have a chance, I'll look for it. How long was I a book?" she said, giving her arms a quick check for ink.
"About 30 minutes. Feel the same as before?"
"Yes, just as intense. There was never a cessation of feeling, either. But then, it didn't seem like 30 minutes, but a few seconds. Maybe if I spent a day like that?" she started to dream.
"Joe, you don't know how good that feels. It makes you really invigorated. I almost want you to do it to me again. I think this is what an addicting drug is like. My hands, my fingers, my legs, my toes, my skin, everything is abuzz inside me. It's erotic. Oh, why was I hesitant before?"
"Because it can do anything I want to you. I'm glad you like it, but I still care what happens to you. I don't want to put you in harms way."
Amanda came up to me and gave me a warm hug. "I appreciate that. I wasn't sure what to think when you told me what the ring does, nor when you created the little clone of me. I also realize that I am entirely at your will. Joe, I'm very comfortable with that, too," she confessed.
I blushed. "Amanda, I will not hurt you. I promise that." I held her but not as tightly as she held me. I wasn't comfortable with that as I hardly knew her.
She sensed that and drew me closer to her. "Joe, I trust you," she whispered.