"I don't mind solitude," he said, in step with twilight, "but I often wish for someone to talk to."
"Wish granted," I said facetiously. "Glad to be of service." I think he smiled.
"If you could have one wish, what would you wish for?" he asked.
"To get out?" I said.
"Okay, wish granted,. You'll get out, so don't waste your one wish on that. Now what?"

I had to think about it. If my predicament was, hypothetically, resolved, what would I wish for? Something simple, something unnecessary yet primordial, something beautiful.