"Master, it has been half a year. When will you make your third wish?"
"When I have something to wish for."
"What are you, that you desire nothing?" the djinn roared. "I can give you all that men long for and you refuse it!"
"I desire many things," Watson replied. "But power holds no appeal, money I can earn, and love I can find on my own."
"But there is something you want," the djinn crooned, "something you cannot provide for yourself. Tell me. Wish it."
Watson held the lamp, considering. The barometer reading fell. He winced, and wished.