The doorbell woke Matt with a start. He must have fallen asleep watching CSI: Miami. He answered it. It was the delivery man.
         "I've got a package here for a Mr. Matthew Sanders," he said.
         "That's me," answered Matt. He took the package from the man and signed the clipboard. The delivery man just smiled and walked back to his van. "I wonder who it's from," thought Matt. He went to the kitchen and set the package on the table. He went to get a pair of scissors to open the box with. He noticed the return address on the box:



         "That's weird," he thought. "I don't know any Robert Goodman." He opened the box, and inside, underneath all the bubble wrap, he found a medium-sized vial with some neon-blue liquid in it. It looked like a kind of Gatorade. There were instructions on the side. They read:


         "A wishing drink, eh?" said Matt curiously. He was astonished. He didn't really believe in magic, but it was worth a shot. He tried to think of a wish. His parents were kind of a pain. His mother was the protective type. He could wish that they were more relaxed. He has two brothers, one's older and the other's younger. He could wish for something to happen to them. He could wish for something to happen to himself. Or, for something to happen to his parents or one of his friends. What will it be?