She just needed to think. She recalled the dream, trying to find any minute detail that would suggest where Aladdin was being held, but it was all too fuzzy. Her feet led her back and forth on the carpet. What could she do? What did he need? She re-tied her hair three times while figuring it out. Steadily the square of light from the window finished its trek up the walls to the ceiling. Moon thought that perhaps it would be best to sleep. If she could dream of him again then she could learn more. But how did it even work? There were no guarantees that her mind would connect with his! She growled and clasped her hands together. Usually she was so composed, but she allowed herself some distressed hand wringing.
Then a smell permeated the air. It was sharp and spicy. It smelled like home. She halted in the middle of the room and stared at her hand. Green smoke was flowing from the emerald ring Aladdin had given her months ago. The smoke flowed around her legs and then gathered before her in the middle of the room. A face and shape, vaguely feminine, appeared in the smoke. Its eyes opened and were dark like the void of outer space. Galaxies were held within them.
“Mistress, I am the jinni of the ring. I have come at your call,” the creature spoke though its mouth did not exactly move. Its voice reverberated through the air, through her skull.
“You’re a jinni?”
Moon looked down at the ring. While brilliant, it was so ordinary, just like any other piece of jewelry. Just like a simple, unpolished lamp. Moon gaped. She knew that Aladdin had a lamp and that it was important, magical even, but she never suspected that it was the receptacle of a mighty jinni. In fact, the man had two jinni’s and freely gave her one. She felt a pinch of annoyance that he didn’t just tell her about the jinni held in the ring she wore almost every day.
“Jinni, did you serve my husband?”
“Will you serve me now?”
“Bring my husband to me.”
The jinni paused, its eye growing momentarily dim. Then it looked at her and bowed its head. “I cannot. Your husband is protected by creatures such as myself. My power is not great enough to undo their hold.”
“Three hounds of a box. They would take him from me. In the world in which I was created, perhaps I could fulfill this command, but in this world, my abilities are depleted.”
Moon frowned. What good was this thing if it couldn’t save a single person?
A scream sounded from down the hall, from Clara’s room.