"Do you ever wonder why we are here?"
Janner looked up from his T.H.A.G.S. "No, why?"
Kal shrugged. "I don't know. That idea just came to mind."
"Like if we aren't real and we are just the imagination of some poor soul out there in some other world and everything we've been through was for the entertainment of that person?" Artham, who was writing some poetry, said.
"Um, are you okay?" Sara asked.
Artham shrugged. "I've wondered the same thing."
Leeli sighed. "But, what if we aren't real?"
"And we are only alive because of someone's imagination?" Janner asked.
"Yeah, like what if we are only here, because we are in a book!" Leeli said.
"Wait, someone wrote a book about us?" Kal asked.
"Maybe. And that's the only way we are alive." Leeli said, pacing the room.
"Okay, now I'm gonna panic." Kal jumped up.
"Calm down Kal," Janner said. "We probably are only here for the Makers will."
"So, we aren't real." Kal said.
"I guess not."
Everyone shivered.