Dwane the genie remained fixed to the toothbrush for as long as he could muster. There was fight in him, but his determination was suddenly faltering, his energy draining away. There wasn't much to view, considering the outer bottle was covered in a dense material. His tiny spirit detached and he could hear others around him, many different conversations being held at the exact same time. All of the voices melded together into one large ball of din. It was then a single voice became apparent.

"You need to hang on in there little guy." The woman muttered with an encouraging tone.

"Hold on for what? I'm really tired and want nothing more than to nod off."

"What team are you from?" The woman asked.

"I'm from the great child's realm." Dwane responded.

"Were you any good as a genie?" The woman questioned with a hint of snobbery to her tone.

"Any good?" Dwane said with attitude. "I was team leader!"

The woman chuckled, as an unusual sound penetrated the bottle. It echoed about and reminded Dwane of an old fashioned crank drill penetrating a hard wood surface.

"Did you enjoy working with children?" The woman asked.

"Yes. I'm a kid too I guess."

"How old were you when you left the human world?"

"Fourteen...actually two days before my fifteenth birthday."

"Nearly a man in my time." The woman whispered sweetly.

Dwane grinned from within the enclosure and somehow he sensed he was about to be saved.

A diamond tip drill bit the size of a nail fell into view. Whisks of air current soon filtered in. Dwane smiled as he positioned his face in the direction of the tiny hole. Closing his eyes he absorbed the fresh air, his tiny spirit suddenly rejuvenating from the hope of his rescue.

"I'm going to need your help now Dwane the genie." The woman said from above.

"Tell me what to do."

"Unfortunately, your powers are neutralized down here. Don't let that register in your mind though. You need to think small thoughts about small things. A pinhead, a sand grain, a dust fleck..."

Dwane piped in announcing his notions of tiny. "a paper clip, the gear from a watch, the tip of an ink pen...."

"Okay, place your hand to the hole." The woman instructed.

"My hand is too large to fit through." Dwane argued.

"Never you mind that, place your index finger through the opening."

"Okay." Dwane managed not voicing his considerable doubt.

"Keep naming off the objects." The woman instructed in the calmest of voices.

"The date on a penny....the claw of a mouse..."

The ear piercing squeak of Dwane being tugged through the hole ended with an abrupt pop. He found himself on the outside of the bottle, the enclosure tilted on its side, one of many tucked in neat rows by the hundreds. Dwane fought to stand up, but his entire being felt wobbly and uncoordinated. He finally planted his feet, but his knees buckled, forcing him back onto the exterior belly of the bottle. The woman grabbed his hand before he slid off completely.

"It'll take a bit of time before you get accustomed to the strange forces of gravity here."

The woman smiled, releasing his hand. There was something familiar about her appearance, even in such a miniature form.

"Who are you?" He questioned.

"I am a genie who was captured and taken just as you were."

"How did you...?"

"I escaped..except, no one but you realizes..." She said in a low voice, gazing around the wine cellar.

"What should I call you." Dwane asked.

"The name is Jeanne, Jeanne Wishgiven."

Dwane gazed at Jeanne and his face reflected shock. "I helped search for you myself...you're the most famous genie in our realm! Well, I'll be." He said beginning to laugh.

Jeanne Wishgiven shrugged her shoulders. She was reluctant to explain how slight their chances were to ever return to the world of the genies. Instead she smiled, there were now two to her team and she felt encouraged since two was bound to be stronger against the team of evil than one.