"You cannot be real!" He sat down next to her, his face pale.  "W-Who are you? And what were you doing, in a-a-bottle?" He hesitated. He didn't know what was going on.  Did his dad slip something into his drink?  Did he fall and hit his head and is actually dreaming? Has he gone mad?  He looked down at his hands and then around the room.<br/><br/>He even pinched himself. But looking back over, the girl was still there. He stared at her with eyes wide. She was like a Genie in a bottle...