Bobby awoke in a comfortable bed in an unfamiliar room. He barely remembered the events of last night, until he glanced at a portrait hanging on the wall. The portrait was of a familiar old man.

Bobby was still confused about the previous night's events. He'd discovered a living Disney character, and that wasn't even the strangest part.

Although Bobby had a limited knowledge of the Aladdin movie (he'd never really liked it), he was pretty sure Aladdin had been friends with the genie within the movie. That gave Bobby an odd feeling. That, and Aladdin's laughing at his wishes. It seemed that Aladdin wasn't happy with his wishes, but neither was the genie, then again, which made absolutely no sense.

Bobby couldn't stop thinking about it.

But at the moment, he was hungry, and missing his parents.

"Aladdin," he whispered. In the blink of an eye, the old man appeared before him.

"You summoned me?" he asked, smiling.

"I...I just don't know what's going on," Bobby blurted out. "You, this place, just...all I want is myself back. And I want to see my mom. I don't want to move. I want...I want my life back."

"Ha," Aladdin muttered half heartedly. "We all want what we don't have."

Somehow the man looked sad and confused. Bobby wondered what had caused him to feel that way. Was it what he had said? It had been so sudden, and normally the old man was smiling and happy. What could possibly have led to such an outburst? And as before, Bobby felt a strange desire to please the old man. Although he was hungry, he decided not to mention it now. His main concern was cheering up the older man.

"Hey," Bobby said. "It's okay."

"It is?" Aladdin asked, frowning.

"Yeah." Bobby smiled convincingly. He didn't like seeing the old man sad.

Aladdin's Point of View

"We all want what we don't have," I finished, lecturing the young lad, Bobby. He had said he wished to see his mom back. He'd already had his three wishes. And for some reason, I felt a strange feeling, like I had to defend the old genie.

I don't know why; as long as I could remember I'd hated the genie, for a reason that seemed foggy now.

And I remember my warning to never open the bottle, but the reason for that was foggy as well. Wishes sounded good. World peace even sounded good, although I'd had my own doubts about the idea at first.

All of a sudden, I felt an electric shock to my brain. Pictures, as though they'd been taken with a camera, flashed through my mind. A girl (was her name Jasmine?) who had captured my heart (how could I forget something like that? I mean, she was gorgeous!), a familiar looking genie puffing in spoke and arising from a bottle, laughing with the genie, smiling at the genie, talking to the genie. And then they disappeared.

Suddenly I felt sad and confused. Who was that girl? And I thought I hated the genie. But these memories...they were all good.

"Hey," Bobby's voice snapped me out of my confusion. "It's okay."

"It is?" I asked automatically, trying to decipher where the memories had come from and wanting to experience them again. I didn't even realize the fact that Bobby had realized something was wrong outwardly until later on. I didn't think about how he could possibly know what was wrong. At the moment, all I was concerned about was my memories.

"Yes," Bobby smiled. I knew he was trying to cheer me up, so I pushed the thoughts away and focused on Bobby.

I smiled back. "So, young lad, it's time to go home. Goodbye."

"Wait, but—," Bobby cried.

He was gone before he could finish.

And now, I thought, I could figure out what, exactly, was happening in my mind.

I was just trying to sort out my thoughts, memories, and feelings when I felt a strong hand clamp over my mouth. I attempted to fight against it, but a blindfold was placed over my eyes.

Then I felt a sharp blow to my head, and my world went black.