I would be lying to you readers if I did not say that I was curious about her logic. We fictional characters will die if the real worlders continue living their lives? That did not make any sense. The real worlders do not believe that fictional characters are living among them, so they could not kill us.

I questioned Mary Sue to expand on that idea. She was happy to do so, claiming that all us Forlot characters needed to know. She claimed that media warriors were pushing political correctness onto the fictional world. To them, political correctness meant forced diversity. There were supposed to be no white males who are straight and a Christian unless they were the villains - What the heck? - and women and people whose skins were not white were supposed to be the heroes.

I facepalmed and let out a whoosh of air through my nose. What Mary Sue was saying could not be true...right? I know that there are a few dumb real worlders, but a group would not be racist towards white males, now would they? Racism ended a long time ago. It should stay in the past.

According to Mary Sue, that was not all. She also claimed that the media warriors would make women and people of different colors dumb. Like, really dumb. That is a terrible way to portray them. I know that there are many, many people who are smart and have common sense despite their skin color.

Then she brought up something that she claimed to be controversial. She asked me if I believed that there are only two genders. A male and female.

"Of course, I do," I responded. "You should know that. The Lord created men and women. Now what is the controversial part?"

"That is the controversial part," Mary Sue said.

"What?" Now I was lost.

"Did you know that some real worlders are easily offended when someone tells them the fact that there are only two genders, Cassandra?"

"Cannot say that I have."

"The ones who are offended by that are the same people who believe that there are hundreds of genders."

I opened my mouth to say something, but all that came out was laughter. This was all too funny. None of what she was telling me could be real. Real worlders are not that naive...are they?

Mary Sue put her hands on her hips. "I do not understand why you are laughing, Cassandra. Fictional characters need to be separated from the real worlders, and the only way that is ever going to happen is if all the real worlders die."

I stopped laughing at the mention of the real worlders dying and wiped tears that were poking out of my eyeballs. I went back to serious mode and said in an almost threatening tone that not one real worlder was dying because our writer would not approve of it.

Mary Sue huffed, and I watched as she strolled past me and placed a hand on the bathroom door. That is when she stated something that gave me the chills.

"Our writer will be better off without the real worlders. The real worlders have always been a problem to her."

I watched with sweat on my forehead as she pushed open the door and walked back to our table. I wiped off the sweat and shivered. Her words may not have creeped you out, but they sure did me. I wished that she would stopping bringing Ash J. into this.

It was my turn to push the door open. I saw a real worlder standing by our table. It was not our waitress. It was a young woman holding a clipboard.

Ava and Mary Sue were chatting, and when I walked past them and climbed into the booth, they joined me.

"It was about time that you showed up," Ava said to me. "I was not going to crawl back in only to have to crawl back out when I knew that you would return."

I rolled my eyes and looked at the young woman. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, and she was wearing glasses. She wore a red, long-sleeved shirt with a matching skirt and red heels.

"Is everyone here now?" the lady said with a smile.

"Yep," Ash replied. "This is everybody."

The woman nodded. "Election Day is upon us."

I slapped my forehead. Mary Sue despised anything that has to do with elections.

"I am one of the people who will be directing the polls in this town," the woman continued. "We are going around and asking citizens if they are a conservative or a liberal and what they want to see in America in the possible future." She jotted down something on the paper that was on the clipboard. "We will start with the girl that has the baby."

Tamara covered her eyes using her tiny hands and held up her little feet to show us.

"Actually, could you save me for last?" Ash asked. "I am interested to know which side my friends are on."

The lady giggled. "Of course." Her eyes moved to Sophia. "Are you a conservative or a liberal?"

"What is the difference?" Mary Sue piped up. "Both are equally awful."

I glared at her and gripped her wrist. "You need to wait until it is your turn," I hissed. "And if you do not want to choose one or the other, just state that you are neutral."

"You are no fun," Ava whispered.

"If I had to pick one, I would go with conservative," Sophia said. "I do not know what a conservative is, but I sure like how it sounds."

"I am a conservative as well," Kathy also said.

"I will not say if I am a conservative or liberal..." Ava pointed at Mary Sue. "...until she says so."

The lady jotted more information down and smiled at Mary Sue. "Are you a conservative or a liberal?"