Genie was about to tell her new master about herself, but then realized that she had forgotten her past. She knew that she had been someone else before being the genie of the lamp, but she couldn't remember anything from her past life. She had this vague notion of being ... male? But that was it.
"Well, go on, dearie," Olivia said. "Tell me a little bit about yourself."
"I used to be someone else. A mortal. And then I was turned into the genie of the lamp, forced to grant the wishes of others, ones who summon me from my lamp. I don't remember anything from before I became a genie. I ... I wish ..." Genie said, before trailing off in sorrow.
"Oh, you poor dear," Olivia said. "Trapped in the lamp, not remembering your past. Maybe ... maybe I could help you some way."
Genie's mood brightened. Maybe this really was the type of master she had hoped for. Soon, she'd be free of the lamp ... she was sure of it.
