"Fool!" the djinn declared. "You could have wished that at the start. Why wait?"
"I had my reasons. Will you grant it or not?"
The djinn raised a hand. The doctor gasped and gripped the sides of his chair. He didn't know what he had expected but it wasn't this -- he could feel every atom, ever molecule shift. It hurt like blazes.
And then it didn't hurt at all. Wonderingly, he shifted his arm.
"My services are complete." The djinn paused. "You are a strange mortal," it said with disgust, and returend to the lamp.
