To tell the truth, if we knew what it was anyway (Jennifer)
The night had been interesting. Charlie'd gotten to dance, gotten to drink, gotten to look and feel like he hadn't a care in the world. It was as if he had never gone to prison, or so his reflection told him. He was young again. Unfortunately, he hadn't gotten to dance with the woman he was rather certain was Jennifer, his partner. It would have been fun to get her reaction, and perhaps to try and deduce why he did indeed look so very young.
He went home, smiling. He smiled a good bit, but this was the smile of a man who'd gotten his youth back and found that he didn't really need or miss it. Of course, he wouldn't mind having a few less aches, but he didn't feel the need to go back in time as if he hadn't lived through it all and learned.
The detective was quiet, or tried to be, as he got home; he didn't want to wake Ted. He got ready for bed, and as he was settling in to listen to one of his tapes, the box he'd set on his night stand opened. He looked at it carefully, not touching it until he thought it was safe.
"Make a wish. What could I wish for? What couldn't I wish for? Wishes are not like fishes, even if they sound alike. They're not like horses. Though they can be slippery like fish and speed away, even a little flighty like horses." Charlie looked at the paper and started folding, ignoring the directions. "Wishing is part of the human psyche, so if I do not wish, does that make me non-human? But wishing is desiring, and desiring is not undesirable."
He continued to fold until he had a boat/hat. It was a simple thing that many people learned when they were younger. "I suppose if I were to wish for something. I would wish that I could tell my partner how I feel." He smiled sadly as he decided to just turn out the lights and go to sleep. The boat/hat sat on the night stand, proud and straight.
The next morning Charlie got up, got ready for work, and headed in. His wish didn't come true. Then again, he hadn't really had much of a wish, had he?