A/N: Sorry about that wait. Finals are starting. Right now I feel like my eyes are bloodshot from thoses science notes. Yuck.

The-N.com people: Omg, I didn't know so many people came here. Why am I the last person to know about this site, lol. Mystic- I don't know whether to be up 'Wanting You' or not. It would take a lot of work to convert it to non-script form. Maybe one day though.

Disclaimer: If one day I said I owned RFR. could someone sue me?

Where Am I? Chapter Nine

I was sitting with my back straight up, and my legs crossed in a comfortable position. My eyes were relaxed and closed, so I could not see the shadows that were filling up the cold warehouse room. The only sound that could be heard was my soft breathing. I was alone, once again.

I had come back to the Underground after Mickey's, and after convincing Ray that there would be no cameras hidden in his closet. You could say he wasn't too thrilled after that talk. The warehouse was the first place I could think of where I could retreat to. Actually, it was really one of the only places I was familiar with, in this location, town, world, whatever this was. The thought of where I might spend the night had slipped the group of friends' minds, since circumstances that I was in had yet to really sink in. Even so, details like that hadn't come up in our conversations. I am sure if I had asked, they would have offered a place to stay, but I felt that having some time alone would do me some good.

I shifted slightly to the side, trying to get a better sitting area on the worn warehouse couch. As I retained my position, I tried to distract myself from the feeling of old springs that were under the seat cushion, making it uneven. I did my best not to let it interfere with my own form of meditation I was attempting to continue. With my eyes still closed, and my legs crossed, I let my mind wander.

I let out a deep sigh, relaxed. It may not be the 'ideal' form of meditation, but as long as it worked for me it didn't matter. I usually did this when I was stressed, or overcome by homework and studies, or waiting for inspiration for writing or a painting. I soon forgot about the dark and clammy warehouse I was in, and let my mind weave in and out of calm thoughts.

Click, kring, click

My thoughts were disrupted and I snapped my eyes opened. . I kept my still position as I let my eyes wander around the now practically pitch black warehouse, for any signs of the mysterious noise maker. When I didn't see any signs of movement, I raised my eyebrow in confusion. What would be making any noises at this time at night?

I jumped slightly at a sound of an opening door. I whipped my head towards the Underground's own tin door, but it was still closed and unmoved. Curiously, I turned my head to look out the glass widow pane that was above the couch. I narrowed my eyes to see if I could get a glimpse of anything.

It was very dark, but I faintly made out a silhouette of a person. Images of characters on Radio Free Roscoe went whizzing through my mind, as I watched the silhouette turn and close the outside door. Something clicked in my mind, and I cocked my head to the side confused.

"Travis...?" I whispered, disbelieving, under my breath. I continued watching him as he finally started descending down the stairs with his backpack slung over his shoulder. I rubbed my eyes and looked out the window again. Yes, it was him, but why was he here, especially at this time at night? He reached the Underground tin door and opened it slowly. I stiffened my position on the couch as I watched through the think darkness as he stepped in.

Travis closed the door behind him and made his way over to Robbie's DJ chair. He wasn't aware of my presence. Guessing because of the lack of light, he wasn't able to see me. I smirked slightly as he dropped his backpack on the ground with a thump, and . began to tap on Robbie's mike, making sure it was in good working order no doubt.

"Hey, Travis." I said casually from my position on the couch. Travis flinched and stopped in his tracks, with his fingers shaking on Robbie's mike, he slowly turned to see where the voice came from. When he saw me his eyes widened in shock.

"Danielle?" There was a mix of confusion and surprise in his voice.

I made a tut-tuting noise with my toungue. "Dear me, Travis Strong caught of guard? Shame on you." I teased. Travis took a couple of steps closer to the couch and crossed his arms. He began to eye me in suspicion, and furrowed his eyebrows together.

"Danielle, what are you doing? It has to be at least -"

"I felt like coming here." I interrupted sharply. I raised my eyebrow at him. "Why are you here?"

"I came here because I always do. Why are you here?" He asked accusingly. I stared up hard at him from my seat on the couch. I gave out a hollow laugh.

"Like, I have any where else to go." I replied. He's arms dropped to his side. "That's why...." My voice slightly faltered as I turned my head away from him. I then came out of my meditation position and brought me knees to my chin.

So, this is where the "I told you so' part came in, when he would rub it in my face that he knew I was hiding something all along, and knew I was different. I wrapped my arms around my legs, expecting some smart alac remark to come from behind me.

When there was no answer, I turned slowly to face him again, very surprised indeed. Travis just stood there, with his arms limply at his sides. I looked at him hard, trying to scan the reason why he hadn't said anything. Then I saw something flicker in those gray eyes of his. Pity? No, it couldn't be. Could it? I looked down at the floor and push a stray hair behind my ear. I didn't want him to feel sorry for me.

"Listen, Danielle...." He began quietly, breaking the silence that had gathered in the room. I glanced up at him as he scratched his head and took a seat next to me. With a sigh, he leaned his elbows on his knees. "About today...I'm sorry...I jus-.."

"No." I cut him off, and put my hand on his shoulder to stop him, and he turned his head to look up at me. "I should be the one who is sorry," I continued. "I was acting li-like a.." I twirled my other wrist, lost for the word. "You know...." He gave me a crooked smile at my words. I rolled my eyes and continued my statement on a lighter note. "Okay, okay, you don't have to rub it in. But, hey, at least I admitted it."

We were both sitting there on the couch smiling at each other, yes, smiling. It was a certain smile that occurred when two people of a headstrong type, swallowed their pride, and apologized. I was very surprised to say the least that we had come to an agreement. Well, not exactly an agreement, but a sort of an unwritten truce. I was grateful that he hadn't rubbed it in that he suspected me all along, I'll give him that much. This Travis Strong...he was a very complex character, literally.

"So, how did you know?" I asked Travis as he leaned his back on the couch.

"Know what?"

"Well, not exactly know.." I corrected myself. "Suspected..." Travis nods his head in understanding to my question.

"Oh, I don't know...."

"What, did you use some of your Zen powers or something?" I asked jokingly. I teasingly wiggled my fingers at him a rolled my eyes around. He just put his finger to his chin and shrugged his shoulders.

"Maybe..." He smiled at me mysteriously. Remembering that social studies class we had that morning, I abruptly stopped, giving him a wide eyed look. He chuckled soflty at my face.

"Talking about that..." Travis said after a few moments. He sat up in his seat and looked intently at me. "How'd you get here?" I fingered my hair and his words.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, like how did you get here?" Travis asked quietly. "You claim you are from a different world, and watch us on TV? That was about it, you didn't say anything more. I suspect that doesn't happen everyday: being sucked into a place you know as a TV program...."

Travis's voice drifted off as he eyed me intently, waiting patiently for an answer. His expression was soft and he seemed keen on listening to what I had to say. I let out a small sigh before I began to speak.

"That's the thing..." I replied in an almost whisper while gazing down at the floor. "I'm not entirely sure how I got here, or why. I was visiting the area where they film RFR, I had wandered away from my class and was viewing the sets. Then I heard some staff workers while I was at the hallway set.." I lifted my back pack off the floor and started going through the various objects inside. "I then quickly hid in one of the lockers until I felt it was safe to come out." I found my camera in my bag and pulled it out. I turned on the viewing of pictures and handed it to Travis. Travis took the camera from my hands and glanced down at it. "But when I came out I was....here."

Travis browsed through the images from my camera, pausing for a couple of seconds on each one. The blue light from the viewing square made distorted shadows on his face. They were the pictures I had taken of the sets. He seemed very engrossed of this shots that were showed right in front of his eyes. The places of his life were being presented as sets, and film areas. With every click of a button, he would either raise his eyebrows in disbelief or squinted his eyes to see the picture better. I watched him, not knowing if he found this intriguing or frightening.

After a few minutes of looking through the pictures, Travis silently handed me back my camera. He had a far away expression on his face, as he leaned his head on the back cushion and stared up at the ceiling. You could have heard a pin drop in the warehouse it had turned so gravely quiet. But yet, as eerily quiet as it was, there was some sort of peaceful feeling on the room that was unexplainable. Travis seemed to be quietly thinking to himself, so I didn't say anything to disturb him. I was growing very tired as time passed, so it must be getting very late.

"Danielle?" Travis said softly after pondering.

"Mmm?" I answered. I was minutes away from nodding off to sleep. I was sitting right next to him on the couch, gazing absentmindedly at the ceiling.

"Do you believe in alternate universes?"

My exhausted mind reviewed this statement as much as it could before replying "I don't know..maybe." I turned my head and glanced at him. "Why, do you think....."

"I don't know," he began quickly, his voice filled with energy. His hands moved in the air, as if explaining his thoughts. "It is possible if you think about it, when you – "

Travis was interrupted a large yawn that escaped my mouth. He turned to me as I shook my hand in the air. "Sorry about that..." I said while stifling another yawn. "It's not that you're boring or anything...I'm just so tired..."

Travis jerked his wrist out and looked at his watch while I rubbed my eyes wearily. "Wow, it's getting late, you should get some rest now." I nodded my head in a grateful agreement and started to curl up on the corner of the couch. I watched him as he casually got up and made his way towards the tech booth, as if it was in the middle of the day.

"You aren't tired or anything?" I asked disbelieving.

Travis smirked as he answered as he walked in behind the glass panes. "I don't need that much sleep. My body's adjusted to only having a few hours a night...."

"Well, aren't you lucky." I scoffed crankily. Travis chuckled as he turned on the power of the electronics in the warehouse with a flick of a switch. I was soon lulled sleep right there on the couch, with the sounds of the machinery humming faintly in the backround.

A/N: Like, hate? You tell me. You know, this story was inspired my a dream I had, weird huh? I defiantly do have weird dreams. One time, I dreamed that I was being attacked by my friends stuffed animals. Lol, that one wasn't worth writing, or was it?.......

I scrambled backwards on the carpet, trying my best to stay as far away from the monsters that had decided to haunt me. Colorful rodent like creatures, made from every fabric imaginable, slowly walked their way towards me. There was at least a dozen of them, walking in a zombie motion.

'What do you want from me?!" I screamed. My back hit the wall. I hopelessly looke around. I was trapped. The monsters were about a foot away, their button eyes glinted evily at me. I held in the cry that was coming up through me throat.

"I want my button!" A brown bear with green couduroy pants yelled. A small button was missing from his strap.

"No you fool!" A purple carebear hissed furiously. The brown bear hunched over in fear. The carebear then turned to me, and moved his little paws, threatening me. "We want a ...."

"A REVIEW!" screamed their shrill little voices.

Tina, you inspired me to write this review story. Yours are so hilarious! This is probably the only one I'll have since I can't think of anything else, lol.