How long had it been since Ron made that careless wish to set the genie free from her lamp? A few days? Months? Years? He had no way to tell. Time didn’t seem to even exist in a meaningful sense as long as he was trapped in the lamp. He had no idea that wishing to free the genie would cause him to take her place! Now he was the one stuck inside the lamp, stuck inside the beautiful genie’s body as well. He had become her, and now all he could do was wait for someone else to find the lamp. His only hope was to try to trick whoever found it next in the same way he had been tricked. Then they would be the one stuck in here, stuck in this body. But he was growing impatient.