"What would you wish for?"

The djinn looked startled. "I?"

"Is there anything you desire?" Watson persisted.

The djinn smiled. "My freedom."

"Can I wish you free, then?"

The smile broadened, twisted. "I do not think you would like that."

"Why? Are you evil?"

"If I were, do you think I would tell you?"

There was something to the tone that gave Watson pause. He found himself staring into eyes that were not eyes but rather windows into a burning wasteland of nothingness, harsh black upon red that set his heart racing with terror.

So much for wish number three.