Well, that worked better than he thought. He watched in amusement as the demon became fully animated once again, screaming at what he believed to be his mention of mouth to mouth. It never failed. With a smile the Genie flew back to allow the boy to scramble to his feet. However, that smile quickly faded when he realized the young demon had misplaced something: his glasses. He wouldn’t get very far without those now, would he? Mao had suffered more than enough trauma for one day, the last thing he needed was to walk into a tree (as amusing as the thought was).

“Whoa, hang on there, little man.” The djinn called out and grabbed the demons coat. “Can’t have you rushing off just yet; we haven’t even checked if you’re completely stable! Not only that, but you could catch a cold walking around like that. You need to dry off!” On that note, a blue towel suddenly appeared on Mao’s head. “Oh, and you’ll probably be needing your glasses too.”