The next day, Cryak looked at all of the spectators eagerly.

5..4..3..2..1

"Ahh!" a loud cry echoed throughout the stadium as the beds turned back into benches and everyone fell onto the floor.

"What the hell?" a lady cursed.

"Why am I on the floor?" a little girl cried.

"Ow! My back!" and old man complained.

"Slerrt opuer ljflfjlf!" an alien swore.

"WAAAHH!" a baby burst into tears.

"Quiet down girls." Naomi said, who was the only one sitting up.

HAHAHAHAHA! Cryak laughed.

Some unlucky people tumbled down the stairs.

"Let's move a few seats over." Jordan growled, bruised from the fall. Sara, who had been sleeping in Naomi's lap, snickered.

"Huh? what was that?" Naomi said.

"Oh never mind." Jordan grumbled. Then she brightened. "Look, the game's starting."

"About the game..." Steve said. He leaned over to whisper to Dan. "Listen, Bro, It's a secret, but my wife found out, and-"

Dan nodded, frowned, and looked amazed. "So you mean that Earth-" Steve nodded. "And you mean Rachel and Jake have been-" Steve nodded again.

Dan gaped for a few moments, then moved down the stadium. "Naomi!" He hissed. He turned of the laptop monitor.

This was one of the few things that could get Naomi's attention. She spun around, a lethal expression on her face. "Dan." She growled from deep in her throat.

"Naomi, just listen." Dan snapped. He leaned close to whisper, than saw Sara listening eagerly. He led Naomi farther away. "Look. psstt - psst..."

Naomi gasped. "Noooo."

"Yes." Dan said. "That's why where here."

"How'd you get into my office, anyway?" Naomi said. Dan slapped his head and let Naomi go back to her work.

Sara poked her head up from under the seat right behind Dan and Naomi, eyes wide.

"Jordan!" Sara whispered. "Jordan!"

"Yeah?" Jordan said, munching on a plate of this weird yellow and green gel. "Go ahead down to the food stand. They're serving breakfast."

Jordan looked down in disgust at the green gel. "Make sure you get in the human line."

"But Jordan, do you wonder why we're here?" Sara asked.

"Duh." Jordan took a sip of her juice, but quickly spat it back into the cup. "We can't get out of here, so I'm just trying to go along with it."

She glanced at the label on her cup. "Oh! Yuck." She said. "make sure you don't get Oragne juice instead of Orange juice."

Jordan dumped her food into the trash.

"Jordan, listen." Sara pull her close and whispered quickly.

"No, way." Jordan said skeptically.

"Uh-uh!" Sara said. "Daddy said so to mom!"

Jordan raised her eyebrow, but shrugged. "Come on." she said. "We'll both go get some food."