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The Genie stretched, whooshing outside his golden lamp-shaped home, letting out a yawn that started silent but ended with a slight groan. "Geez, Al, while I like helping you out, there's gotta be a time and place. I just fell asleep a few hours ago…." He turned to look out the large window facing the famous palace itself, stars flickering on and off in the vast blue/black blanket covering the skies above, the witching hour of the night. "But, if you need something badly, I can-" Genie's nose then wrinkled funnily, and a whiff of a not-so-pleasant smell caught his attention. It almost smelt of nausea, like someone had an upset stomach from something they disagreed with. "Um, Al, are you…?" The djinn turned to question his friend, but having seen him now faintly in the shadows, almost hunched into a ball of sweat and shivers and hand over mouth to try to control his breathing… it hit and struck him. Panic attack; that's why Aladdin had summoned him. "A-Aladdin, wh-what happened?"