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Trevor laughed quietly. "I mean...it's sort of a big decision for you. I would have to legally adopt you and all that but...yes."

"Of course I'll stay. I can be there the whole time." He gave her a reassuring smile and a nod. "And if everything works out, which I'm sure it will, you'll never have to go home." Trevor hesitated before making his next statement. "If you choose, you don't have to leave here either.."

Jeanie almost laughed as he voiced his wish. A sandwich? It took her a moment to be sure whether he was kidding or not. "Alright then, a sandwich it is." She smiled and raised her right hand, lightly snapping her fingers once. The food appeared instantly. "One down, two to go." She had just...

Jeanie looked up as he finished his line of questions. During the night she had found a few scattered newspapers and magazines. As Aerrow had been speaking she had been laying on her stomach on the couch, still more concerned with the words on the page than the words coming out of his mouth...

At this point, Jeanie was beginning to become a little irritated. She had waited twenty years for someone that wasn't even going to attempt to make a wish. Well fine then, if that's how he wanted it. She wouldn't mind hanging around outside the bottle for longer than normal. Besides, if he was...

Jeanie's smile faded into an extremely confused look as the stranger stepped closer, proceeding to poke her. She pulled her arm back quickly, watching him carefully. Though, the strangest part was when he threatened to call the authorities on her. This was by far not the typical reaction...

Jeanie sat cross-legged on her bed staring at the worn journal resting in her lap. The current page was almost covered in tally marks, written in black ink. Slowly, almost carefully, she added another line to the bunch. By her count, it had been nearly twenty years since she had last been let...

Name: "Jeanie" Age: 204 human years Background: Eh, a long story. Like 200 years long... Three wishes, different masters, that sort of thing. Appearance: <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_09/image.jpg.da7900a3d04ac54dc90faac177dde135.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink...

"I... But... He..." Abilene frantically glanced between Hunter and the startled crowd, her eyes wide. It took a few seconds for her mind to catch up. "Your government thought we would never catch up..." She paused, her voice hardly loud enough for him to hear. "Sweet dreams, little Abbie." Her...

Abilene tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, taking a breath before plastering on a bright bright smile just in time for one of the orphanage's coordinators to slip through the doors. She typically didn't mind the trips to Lady Liberty's where she got to interact with the children but...

Abilene gave a nod and stepped past them. She knew her own way, moving down the corridors to a set of doors near the back of the building. Two, black SUVs waited outside, each with their own driver. The older of the two chauffeurs opened the back door of the first car, allowing Abilene to slide...

Abilene took one more look in the mirror, clipping her watch back on her left wrist. She had changed into a white button up shirt tucked into a pair of navy blue dress slacks with a thin grey belt and grey heels. She had been given three pre-approved outfits to choose from, each looked over by...

Abilene nodded. "Well I probably wasn't much help but, no problem. And sure, I mean, it's not really my decision to make but you're welcome to come. I'll probably be somewhere around here in half an hour or so." She started to turn to head towards the right hallway before pausing and glancing...

"Room? Yes. Specifics? I would say you'd need to ask the man you came in with. Wake me up? No. I can get up on my own. That shouldn't have to be part of your job." Abbie counted off the answers to his questions on her fingers. She paused, trying to think of anything else he'd need to know...

Abilene raised an eyebrow, remaining silent for a moment before giving a response. "Alright... Friends." She spoke slowly, almost cautiously. The idea of having a real friend around her age had been forgotten almost as soon as her father decided to run for office. Suddenly no one wanted to know...