Vyers was completely stumped. Going by the pictures on the labels wasn't helping him at all, and he wasn't even sure whether or not he was cured of his initial affliction. Every bottle he chose only served to make the situation that much worse, and he wasn't about to start pulling any more off anytime soon. As he continued to dart from bottle to bottle, panic welling up by the second, Vyers started to become aware of the fact that someone was watching him.

The demon's frantic fluttering slowed to a stop. He landed on one of the shelves and almost painfully slowly turned to face the genie on the bed. "Why are you just sitting there?!" he shouted, arms practically flailing about as he emphasized his words.