(Author's Note: This episode was previously, for the most part, written by EL R, with some minor errors fixed.)
The moment Genie completed her master's wish and transported both her and her fiancé Kevin into the bodies of the house's current owners, Genie went back into her lamp. Her heart and imagination went wild as soon as that happened. What if something had gone wrong and Claire was no longer able to wish upon her, and what if the lamp was lost, and what if it was buried, and what if ...
Then her world bounced and crashed to the ground (when her master dropped her lamp), sending Genie to and fro in her little vessel. Unable to see or hear the outside world, she could do nothing but stare at the spout of her lamp and await a master. She truly hoped her plan had worked and she would now be serving a new, more gracious and grateful master.
When she was released again, she turned and came face-to-face with a little wrinkled woman named Olivia Harrison, who now possessed the soul of Genie's Master Claire.
"Thank you, oh generous and wise Master. I am the genie of the lamp you hold in your hands. I am bound to it and the servant to whomever holds it. Oh great Master, for releasing me from my lamp, I shall grant you whatever your heart desires," Genie said, bowing deeply to the old, fuming woman. But wait, wasn't that what she was to say when she got a new master? Why would she say that?
"This is unacceptable, Genie, and you will undo it."
"I apologize, Master. I have given you this house that you so desired. What is it that displeases you?"
"Oh, do not play stupid with me, Genie," Olivia said, putting her hand on her hip, and the other on a nearby table for support. She was breathing heavily.
"I would never play stupid with such a wise and generous master such as ..."
Olivia waved Genie's words off. "I will not let you draw me into an argument. You are my slave and you will obey me until my wishes have been granted. Do I make myself clear?"
Genie nodded and bowed. "Of course, Master," she said, while thinking to herself What a bitch.
The old woman eased herself into a seat. "Good. I still have three wishes, yes?"
