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"I just can't believe the whole thing is real."

Emma, Jeff, Michael, Noah, Shadia and Robert were sitting around at the local hangout, Pizza Hutt, waiting for their meal to arrive. The six of them had invited Josie to come with them, but she'd chosen to stay behind and continue with her research, instead of going out for dinner.

Emma shook her head. "The whole thing is unbelievable, you know?"

"I think we all know, Em…" Noah laughed. "Seriously, who would have thought that the tv show we're doing would come to life the way it has? I honestly thought she was delusional, because it's so unbelievable."

Even though it had been two day's since they'd seen the wormhole open in front of their eyes, they were still in shock. Virtually everything they'd believed in had been proven wrong. Scientific ruling went out the window, along with every logical explanation. Nothing about their current situation should have been possible. But it was.

"It's kind of scary in a way. I mean, what if one of us was to get suck in to the wormhole?" Michael said. At his words the table instantly sobered. "The wormhole did open kind of suddenly; Josie said she didn't even think sub-dimensional travel was possible. It obviously is." He quirked one eyebrow at the group.

"And the wormhole is on our set… A set that we're on almost every single day," Jeff replied, chewing on his bottom lip. "Well, at least I am."

Shadia nodded. "It is a bit worrying. But if we tell anyone, they won't believe us. Or worse, they'll think we're insane. After all, the only reason we believe Josie is because we saw it with our own eyes."

The table fell silent as the busboy came over with their order. As soon as their meal had been placed before them, and the busboy had left, they began talking again.

"Well," Robert finally spoke. "Josie wasn't sure if the wormhole would be able to open again. Do you really think it's a big concern? She's our resident scientific mind, so I think we should trust her on this."

"But, the wormhole did open again," Michael argued. "It could easily open a third time, forth time… Even a Fifth time. We'll never be sure."

Em shook her piece of pizza at the group. "Do you think there's anyway to control the wormhole? I know Josie didn't say anything about being able to… But there might be a way in which we can control it, make sure it doesn't open again. It's worth investigating, right?"

Noah chuckled quietly. "You realize you just sounded a lot like Josie just then? She must be rubbing off on you Emma." He grinned at her, and ducked as she threw a balled up napkin his way.

He stuck his tongue out at her in response, and she just grinned back, before throwing an empty straw tissue back at him. The current problem was forgotten for a moment as they all broke out into a fit of giggles, in between a mini war of various item's being thrown at each other.

Finally Jeff placed his hands out between the two of them, still laughing. "Okay guys, come on…" he grinned.

Still giggling slightly, Emma put the napkin down that she'd been about to throw at Noah. "Okay, I'm stopping." She raised an eyebrow in Noah's direction. "What about you?"

He threw his hands up in mock surrender. "I give… I give up!"

After calming down, they all started to eat.

"Okay, one other thing," Jeff said, wiping his mouth with one of the few napkins that hadn't been thrown around. "What are we going to do about Josie? It's fine for now that she's living in Emma's trailer, but what happens when we go on hiatus? When it's time for her to go back to school? Where's she going to live? And another thing, she won't be registered as actually being a person here."

Shadia looked at him worry. "You're thinking long term, like she's never going to get home."

Jeff nodded. "I am. At this point Josie doubts that she's going to be able to get home. She doesn't even know how she got here; it's supposed to be impossible. We're going to think of something, whether she wants to acknowledge it or not."

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Z looked up at the clock on his office wall, before tiredly laying his pen down. He'd been marking papers for the last couple of hours, and exhaustion was beginning to take its toll on him. He removed his glasses, and pinched the bridge of his nose with his other hand. The first twinges of a headache were beginning at the middle of his forehead.

He cleaned his glasses with the edge of his shirt, before putting them back on. He picked his pen back up, and went back to the paper before him, but within seconds he was putting it back down. His concentration was failing him tonight.

It had been three day's since Josie had gone missing, and although he hid it as well as he could during the day, there was just no denying it; he was worried for his young student. Logically he knew that Josie would be all right, she was tough, and she could take care of herself.

But Z had always been able to see through the tough exterior she had, and see the lonely, occasionally fragile young girl beneath. She'd been forced to grow up pretty quick due to the lifestyle her mom lead, and he knew she had a quick head on her shoulders, but he'd been able to see the pain she carried around with her. Whenever one of his 'kids' went through the wormhole, he worried, but he knew Josie could be often be careless, so he worried even more with her.

Giving up all pretences he sighed, and removed his glasses again; placing them on top of the paper he was supposed to be marking. He dropped his head wearily in to the palms of his hand, his elbows resting on the desk.

Z just sat like that for a few minutes. The tiredness he felt went down deep in his bones, the weariness of fatigue.

"Not surprising," he muttered quietly to himself.

Since Josie's disappearance, Z had hardly slept. His anxiety for Josie had made sleeping virtually impossible. He glanced back up at the clock, his vision swimming without his glasses. Placing his glasses on the bridge of his nose, he looked back up. 12:40 am.

Z massaged the back of his neck, trying to ease the tension he felt. His headache began to pound harder, at his temples. He moved his hand around to massage his forehead. The pain was showing on his face. His worry for Josie was mounting the more time she stayed gone, and with the worry came the headaches.

"Enough," he sharply told himself. He dropped his head back into his hands, and tried to banish the worry.

Finally he stood, and made his way to the door. He glanced again at the clock. 1:30 am. 'Definitely time for bed,' he thought to himself. Z turned once before he switched off the light and shut the door.

His eyes lingered on the spot where Josie had disappeared in to the wormhole. Visions of her hurt, or worse dead, swam through his mind. But he shook his head, the images dissolved, as he chose not to dwell on the maybes and what-ifs. It would only mean that he wouldn't be able to sleep again tonight.

Z switched the light off, and pulled the door shut behind him.

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A/N – Just a couple of quick questions guys.

Would any of you be interested in a sequel to this? I've had an idea for another fic, but I just want to know if you'd be interested in reading it.

For another fic idea I've had – What kind of songs and bands do you think Josie would listen to? I know she's in to rock-y kind of stuff, but I can't think of many bands that she would definitely listen to. I don't listen to many of the bands that are out nowadays, I'm more in to bands and singers no one's heard of. So if you could give me the names of some bands and songs YOU guys think she would listen, that would be awesome. It would mean that I could start writing this fic. I've had it in my head for at least a week or so now!

Thanks guys! And thanks for all the feedback.