Wish: Jack C., babysitter
[It is a selfish wish. Selfish as can be. Jack Corvus wakes with two new goals come Saturday morning. These new goals are bright and vivid in his mind, strong, like the emotion behind them is magenta. They're like burrs trapped in grass-stained socks in a summer field, and they can't be shaken.
1) Make sure Jake Ross is okay - emotionally, mentally, physically okay. Every kind of imaginable okay. 2) Make sure Joy Ross is safe too, taken care of and not being bottle fed by anything dead or decaying.
The goals are buried deep, and they feel desperate, and the only thing that makes them ease up is seeing them through.]