Author's Word of Wisdom She Wished She Had: Jumping off of cliffs hurts. Oh yeah and I don't own yyh. or wal-mart, though their now in the story, but wal-marts going to take over the world. beware.

Chapter 2: What is going on!

Karen nearly choked, coughing up a large amount of water. She glanced around her. It was bright outside, the sky was clear, the birds were singing, the grass was dry… Wait! Karen jerked upright. She found Kris next to her, still out cold, but breathing. Hadn't it just been raining…?

Karen looked around, wondering what had happened to her glasses. She found them lying in the grass beside her, and put them on.

They were by a crystal clear lake. The sun was setting, and the scene was beautiful. Even a pair of swans swan gracefully by, followed by seven ducklings, making the scene almost…

"Isn't this romantic?"

Karen's body snapped around so fast she was sure she had pulled a few discs, but her mind was on the male voice that had asked the question.

A guy, who could have only been twenty or so, with long red hair, stood by a bench.

"Ar…Bu…ohmygod I've gone crazy…" Karen muttered.

Kris woke up, also choking up water. She sat up and looked at the guy leaning on the bench. She cocked an eyebrow and turned to see Karen still stuttering.

"Spit it out, Stan," Kris said, wondering what had got Karen all tied up. Usually Karen was neat and composed, calm, in situations like these. But strangely enough, Kris wasn't afraid of what was going on, nor the guy who looked like he wouldn't hurt a fly if it had a death wish for him.

"Holy crap! We'relikenotinourworldanymoreomygodwe'resoscreweditsnotfunny whatarewegoingtodo?"

"Whoa, slow down. Say what?" Kris asked.

"We're screwed," Karen simply explained.

"Oh. Cool."

"So who are you?" the guy asked.

"No, not cool! We'll never go home! What if I failed that last test! Oh my god," Karen moaned.

"Believe me, you didn't fail it. I'm Kris, and that is Karen. As you can see, we have like no clue what's going on and I think if she doesn't get information in less that ten minutes she'll have an emotional breakdown."

"Oh, I see. I'm-"

"Kurama!" Karen moaned out again.

"How do you know him?" Kris wondered aloud.

"How do you know me?" Kurama wondered.

"Back in the regular world-our world- you and the rest of them are in a TV show," Karen explained in about half a breath.

"I see now…" Kurama murmured, a faraway look on his face.

"Oh, you and your TV. I swear; you're as bad as a little kid. So we're stuck with TV show characters?" Kris asked.

Karen nodded. They sat for a minute, wondering what to do.

"Dude, are you alive?" Kris waved a hand in front of Kurama's face.

Kurama snapped back to action. "I suppose you should go see-"

"Koenma!" Karen finished. "Yeah, he should know how to get us back…"

"Right, she's delirious. Well, if it's something to do," Kris sighed. She could feel a long night coming on.

Koenma and Karen once again, for about the fiftieth time, explained to Kris what a portal was, how it worked, and why they had been sucked in. Kurama was sitting at the table also, trying not to laugh at Kris.

"Okay, so how do we get home?" Karen asked.

"I don't want to go home," Kris commented bitterly, fingering her black eye.

"This is the hard part, and knowing you," Koenma pointed his stirrer for his coffee at Kris, "it's going to take another fifty explanations. So I vote for waiting for the morning."

It had taken Kris ten minutes to realize that the toddler could talk, then another to realize that he was educated, then another to get over the blue ogre named Jorge, then another to go the bathroom, then finally another god only knows how long to get the portal thingy. So they decided to have it wait for morning, and Koenma called in Jorge again.

He was just telling the ogre what rooms to place them in when a guy walked into the room. He was shorter than Karen but just taller than Kris. He wore all black, had crimson eyes, and sported a katana that glinted almost evilly in the light.

"Yes, Hiei?" Koenma asked, wondering what the demon was doing there.

"Hn, I need to speak to you."

"Yes, just a minute. Anyway, Jorge, the two rooms to left of Kurama's shall do."

"Wait, I'm going up to my room, so I can take them up," Kurama suggested.

"Okay, that will work."

Kurama led them up two flights of stairs. It wasn't very late, but Karen was dead tired, and each step was like climbing Mt. Everest. She couldn't wait for anything to sleep on, lest it be cement or hay.

Kurama showed them to the two doors (to the left of his). Surprisingly, the middle room was black and red, fitting Kris's personality, and the other was black and blue, fitting Karen's. Kurama politely said goodnight and they retired to their rooms.

Karen first checked out the room. Despite how close the doors were together, the bedrooms were expansive, with a bathroom/shower, small kitchen, and closet. It was quite exquisite. She peered into the closet, finding a number of clothes that seemed to be just her size. 'They must be enchanted or something,' she thought. She picked out pajamas (shorts and a loose shirts) and went straight to sleep in the huge, comfy, and canopy-covered beds.

Kris looked around her room. She checked out the kitchen, bathroom, and closet. She decided to take a quick shower, having nothing else to do.

When she came out, she changed into pajamas (baggy pants and a tank top) and sat on the windowsill, looking out across the incessant land.

She soon fell asleep where she sat, head against the cold glass.

Author: R&R please. poor kid needs something to be proud (or not)of.