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"Lee? Cleo, wake up! What's happened?"

"Shouldn't she have woken up when I did? We weren't covered for that long."

"What if she suffocated completely?"

I blinked, starting to register the voices, and where I was. The first thing I saw the concerned faces of the people. Slowly, I sat up, realizing that Jafar and Iago were nowhere to be seen.

"Wh-what happened?" I said, my voice scratchy from the sand I'd accidentally swallowed. "I remember the hourglass, and Jafar as a snake..."

Jasmine smiled. "Ask him." she pointed to Al.

Al shrugged, pretending to be modest. "I just reminded him that Genie was the one who gave him the power and he seemed to think that being a genie didn't mean he had to live in a lamp and grant someone three wishes when they rub it. He made his third wish."

At that moment, everything changed. The palace went back to normal. The Sultan was Sultan again, Rajah was back to a fully-grown Bengal tiger, and Jasmine was in blue attire with her old hairstyle. I half-admired my old street-mouse clothes, glad to be showing a little less skin.

But there was still one last thing to do. Al and I would have to return to our old lives, we knew it.

"That stupid law." Jasmine sighed as she stood with Al. "This isn't fair...I love you." She gave me a sideways glance at that moment. "Although...Lee, get over here!"

"Jazz, please don't make me tell him!" I begged.

Jasmine's eyes lit up, and she smirked. "You know, if you don't tell him, I will. He deserves to know."

"I guess. This is going to be awful." I muttered, leaving. I only went far enough so I couldn't be seen, but I could hear what Jasmine was saying. She'd meant what she'd said.

"She's been in love with you for a long time, but she knows you see her as a little sister, so she's never told you. She says that she's jealous of me."

"But...why would she help me court you?" Al stuttered. "I mean, if she was so jealous."

"Don't you see it?" Jasmine said softly. "She wanted you to be happy. She sacrificed her own happiness for yours, because she knew that she'd never have a chance with you."

Al's eyes were wide, and I recognized the look on his face for a moment. It was the look he got when he was remembering something. He got that look the first time I asked him about his past, and he told me about his family. "When I look back...I can see it. How could I have been so blind? She must have been tortured for months. She is like a little sister to me, and I love her dearly in that way. But how can I tell her all of this?"

I couldn't listen to any more. Even though I'd known that Al wouldn't ever be mine, him saying it out loud, that he only loved me in a sibling-type way, made my already broken heart feel like it would never heal again. I couldn't face the "let's be friends" conversation at that time. I just couldn't. So I looked around, found the lamp, whispered to Genie my last wish – for his freedom (it wasn't fair to break the promise, really), then dropped the lamp and ran to my room to cry for the first time in years.

I didn't know how long it would take for me to deal with these things, but I looked up. It was sunset, and I could see the first star.

"I can't believe I'm going to do this again." I muttered, then I sang the wishing star song again, and then whispered "I wish I knew why this world was so familiar to me."

I didn't expect anything more to happen. But I should have learned that wishing on stars had consequences. A laptop appeared in front of me of all things. There was no way to charge it in these times, but it was working, and Windows Media Player was on there. The screen had a strangely familiar scene with strangely familiar music playing.

Without realizing it, I was suddenly singing words that seemed to go with the tune: "Arabian nights...like Arabian days...more often than not, are hotter than hot, in a lot of good ways!"

A lamp, that looked suspiciously like Genie's, sent out a puff of smoke which gave me the menu. I raised my eyebrows, but played the movie anyway. Judging by the opening logo, it was a Disney movie. What did that have to do with this world, though?

It started with a red background, then in a puff of pink smoke, golden words spelling Aladdin appeared. I raised my eyebrows, trying to work out if this meant what I thought it meant. I had no memory of the opening sequence, or the merchant that was in it, but I recognized the song he sang, supposedly called Arabian Nights. He was very funny, especially after the song, when he spoke straight to the audience. "Ah, salaam and good evening to you, worthy friend. Please, please come closer..." The camera pressed up against him. "Too close, a little too close." The camera pulled back. Anyway, he finally pulled out Genie's lamp and started talking about it having "changed the course of a young man's life. A young man, who, like this lamp, was more than what he seemed...a diamond in the rough. Perhaps you would like to hear the tale?" And this was where the movie started. I watched as Jafar and Iago witnessed a man dying because they weren't the right person to go into the Cave Of Wonders. I still wondered, how had Jafar known that me and Al were the right ones?

The next scene was one I knew, but in this case, I wasn't there.

"Stop, thief! I'll have your hand for a trophy, street rat!" Razoul was yelling as Al ran from them, clutching the (stolen) loaf of bread we gave to younger street kids the day we couldn't help singing. That description of him the merchant had given..."a diamond in the rough"...I realized it was perfect as I continued to watch and remember.

"All this for a loaf of bread?" Al questioned, and the scene played out as it would've if I hadn't been there.

I watched all I remembered of that day, including that little verse Al sang as we walked home. The next scene was set in the palace, with the Sultan and that stupid flashy prince, as he stalked out of the palace, muttering "Good luck marrying her off!"

The film then introduced the audience to Jasmine. It was true that my wishing star wish would have bore resemblance to what hers would have been. She wanted a life and friends too. She actually said "I've never done a thing on my own. I've never had any real friends...except you, Rajah."

Things were starting to become familiar now. When the Sultan said "Jasmine, you're a princess," I was able to chant along with her next line.

"Then maybe I don't want to be a princess anymore."

Most of the film wasn't interesting enough to hold all of my attention, since I'd seen the majority of it as an eyewitness. I did see how Jafar found out in his hourglass, about me and Al. But in this movie, Al was the one to rub the lamp and it was amusing to watch Genie interacting with him. "Hello, Aladdin, nice to have you on the show. Can we call you Al, or maybe just Din, or how about Laddi?"

I also realized that the reason why Jafar had hated us so much before he found out who we really were was because he had been planning to become Sultan by hypnotizing the Sultan into ordering Jasmine to marry Jafar himself. Then he'd become the Sultan, and at Iago's suggestion "We drop Papa-in-law, and the little woman off a cliff."

It was amusing to watch Jafar struggling to hypnotize the Sultan with his staff at this point, too. The Sultan repeated his orders "I will order the princess to..." Then he stopped. "But you're so old!" That made me giggle.

"The princess will marry me!" hissed Jafar. But the Sultan was snapped out of it by our parade! I smiled at this, although it wasn't erasing my heartbreak (not that watching everything that had happened when Al and Jasmine met had helped at all).

The scene when Al took Jasmine on the carpet ride was when things finally fell into place. So I was sent to a different world – a world created by Disney. The song they sang, "A Whole New World", was the missing puzzle piece.

I continued to watch. I saw what happened to Al when Jafar sent him flying, and I got to hear what Jafar and Al had said while Jasmine and I were trapped in the hourglass, as well as Genie's cheerleading when Jafar was a snake. "Ricken, rockin, rackem, rake, stick that sword into that snake!"

"You stay out of this!" the Jafar snake hissed.

Genie changed. "Jafar, Jafar, he's our man, if he can't do it, – GREAT!"

And of course, I got to see both what was happening now and exactly what Al had said to get Jafar to make that last wish, talking about how Genie gave him the power.

"Al, what are you talking about, why are you bringing me into this?" Genie was asking.

"Face it, Jafar!" Al yelled. "You're still just second best!"

Etc, etc. You know what was happening. Also, I saw what had just happened, with Genie getting ready to leave, and the Sultan changing the laws so Jasmine could marry anyone she wanted. But as the last scene, when Al and Jasmine were all dressed up and on Carpet, singing, I heard the same two voices outside my window.

"A whole new world..." Al sang.

"A whole new life..." Jasmine sang.

"For you and me." They chorused.

I watched the last scene on DVD, as golden words spelled out The End and the moon turned around to laugh (no, it had a face behind it, looking like a certain blue guy). Then Genie (the real one) appeared on the screen. "Made ya look." Suddenly, the laptop disappeared as quickly as it had come, leaving me with an explanation of this world. I had seen the movie Aladdin, years ago, when I was little, which is why I only remembered a little of it. But Al, Jasmine, Jafar, Abu, Genie...they were all a product of Disney!

But the movie had left my head a lot clearer. I decided that what I'd have to do, to get everything out of the way, was to write a letter to Al, so we wouldn't have to have the super-awkward conversation. Just short.

Dear Al,

Now you know how I felt about you. Don't worry, I know exactly what your feelings are. You love Jasmine, and I hope the two of you will be happy. Scratch that, I'm sure you'll live happily ever after, and I'd be pleased to have Jazz as a sister-in-law.

But I won't be here. I'm going away from the palace, and I won't be coming back. I need to leave, to let you get on without any regrets on my part. You can forget me, it's OK. But I owe you one more explanation.

I don't come from Agrabah, it's true. But, while this may sound crazy, I come from an entirely different world, where you and everyone else are a movie – moving picture –, the title being your name. It's basically from the day we gave the bread to those younger kids to now, when you and Jasmine kissed on Carpet and flew off into the night. I've seen it, although I didn't realize it until now. But by the time you get this, I'll be gone.

Just be happy, that's all I ask of you. I know that you will be, with Jasmine.

Love always,

Cleo.

Awww, I nearly cried while writing this! Poor Cleo! Now what do you think should come next?

Also, as a HUGE favour, would any Harry Potter fans out there read my story "Hyper At Hogwarts - Year 1"? It might start off a little bit cliche, but I have big plans for it.