"I just feel so alone, sometimes. No hobbies. I've lost track of my friends from high school, college, my last job." Clifton sighed and rubbed at his mustache. "I just wish there was a place I could go, somewhere where everybody knows my name. I don't even have to be loved, or anything. Just known. Just accepted."
"GRANTED," rumbled the genie, towering over him in its column of smoke. The cloud descended, and darkness fell.
"Hello?" he said at last. "What's going on? Is anyone there?"
"It's me!" he shouted into the echoing dark. "It's Cliff!"