Genie materialized outside of the lamp and expected to see either Joseph Dell or Mary, but saw neither. And her surroundings were most peculiar.
"Where am I?" she asked, looking around.
"Wow, you're really a genie, aren't you?" her new master asked. He was a teenage boy, perhaps around 16 years old, but he was dressed strangely. Exactly how long had Genie been in that lamp?
As if hearing her thoughts, the boy then said "You must have been buried in that hole for at least a thousand years."
"I've been in my lamp for a thousand years? What's the year now?"
"The year? Oh, it's 3025."
"But ... the last time I was out ... it was 2014."
"Wow, you really ARE a relic!" the boy exclaimed.
