It is gone.

I opened the door and was shocked at what I saw. The back wall of my bedroom was completely gone. Police tape was stretched across the hole and there was no sight of the bottle. That was when the old mans words came back to me again, ‘Only the holder of the bottle would have control over the creature. If I let it go, then its release was on my hands.’

“What did you say your name was again.” I heard Jessica call from the front room. She had apparently woke up and wondered in.

“Why?” I asked still trying to wrap my mind around what was going on.

“Here look at this.” She handed me a newspaper from a couple of days ago she apparently found in the living room. “This was sitting by some notes and papers from what looks like a realtor company. It appears they are selling your house.”

I looked at the paper. There it was, my obituary. Apparently they must have found my clothes and a bit of ash and weird unknown dust, that and the apparently blown out back wall as the genie left was enough to decide I had died in some unknown explosion. “Now what am I going to do? The genie is gone, and everyone I know thinks I am dead for about a week now.” I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes as I ranted.

Jessica took me and held me close allowing me to cry on her shoulder. “I am sure it will work out some how. You said you got the bottle from a shop downtown right?”

“Yes that’s right. We can go there and ask him for help.”

“Come on lets get out of here and get a motel room we might get in trouble if we stay here.”

“Yeah it has been a long day we should get some sleep. Thanks for all your help Jessica I can’t believe how understanding you have been.”

We hopped into her car and sped away.