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Naddie stood in her room, wondering what to do until dinner. She walked around a bit. In the room, there was her bed with a comfy looking quilt and an extra pillow. There was also a small desk with a lamp on it and a set of bookshelves beside it. Naddie walked over. There were books on the shelves, mostly classics like Shakespeare and Jules Verne. Naddie picked up one, Treasure Island. She had always meant to read that one. She put down the book and walked to the other side of the room.

"Oh, that's right, every room has a balcony," she thought to herself. She walked out onto the balcony. There was a very nice view of the city. Naddie leaned against the banister and breathed in the fresh air.

"Guten tag, fräulein." Came Kurt's voice from his balcony next to hers. He ported over. "How are you?"

"To tell you the truth, I'm still a little weirded out by this whole thing," Naddie replied. "I mean, all of a sudden, my favorite TV show is a reality!"

"I know vhat you mean," he said. "All of a sudden my reality is a TV show!" He smiled. "So, how is your vorld different from mine?"

"It's actually pretty much the same, except that we don't have mutants," she answered. "I don't know if there's really a Bayville, New York. I never checked." She paused. "I wonder if I went to the Middleton in this world, I would find another me. . . another Ron, another Kim. . . what if we all have counterparts in this dimension?. . . woa, kinda makes ya think, huh?"

"Maybe ve should look for these counterparts," Kurt offered. Naddie shook her head.

"If there is another me, there's no telling what would happen if we saw each other. I mean, you're not supposed to be in two places at once. It would be just weird."

"Vell, when you get back home, keep an eye out for the other Kurt Vaugner if you don't mind," Kurt said grinning. Naddie sighed.

"IF I get home."

"Vhat do you mean? I thought the professor knew how to help you."

"He said he knew some people who might be able to help, but there's no guarantee. . ." Naddie looked down sadly. Kurt tried to cheer her up.

"Hey, it vouldn't be all bad if you had to stay here, vould it?"

"On the one hand, this is a dream come true!" She said. "I am in my favorite TV show. I'm here in Bayville, I'm with the X-Men. For goodness sakes, I'm sitting here talking to Kurt Wagner, Nightcrawler himself!" Kurt looked pleased. "But I don't belong here. . . this isn't my world. This is the world I watch on television. . ."

"Come on, fräulein, cheer up for me!" Kurt said. "I'm sure the professor vill know vhat to do. You hungry?" Naddie nodded. "Then I'm going to see if dinner is ready yet. Be right back!" He bamfed away to the kitchens. Naddie leaned on the banister and again looked out over the city.

"My dream world. . . my dream come true," she said to herself. Kurt ported back in a minute later.

"Ja, it's ready! I'm starved! Come on, lets be the first down to eat!" he said. "Fast vay or long vay?"

"Er, if you don't mind, Kurt, I think I'll walk," Naddie said, remembering her last port.

"Very vell, then I vill escort you," Kurt said. He put his arm out like a gentleman and Naddie took it lightly.

"Thank you, Herr Wagner!" she said, and laughed. They both went down to dinner.

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