Up in a hidden building beyond Space and somewhere between Real and Imagination a person sat at a desk.

“Damn it. More wishes are coming in every day,” a small man muttered darkly to himself, bent over a few dandelion seeds with wishes tied to them. In truth there were less than there were before. People were losing faith in things like that. But he had always been a grumbler and was now. He moved over to the Cake Table, picking up a few smoldering candles with wishes tied to them. He nodded and said Yes to a few, No to some more.

Then to the Shooting Star Table, on which there were still quite a few, once again sorting through and deciding which to be answered with a Yes and which with a No.

Then to the Comet Table. A few people made wishes on those, even though it wasn’t completely correct. He found one in particular, an ask for love. Normally ones like this couldn’t pass, along with all but the fewest lotto wins. But he sensed desperation in this one, and put it in the Yes Pile.