Author's Note: Thank you all so much for your reviews, you have given me such confidence with the story that I've even extended it slightly from what it was before. And Sage of Story, I really appreciated your explanation with the story pace in question. I have never read mysteries, and I've never tried to write one before this, so I really had no idea that the slow pace was perfectly acceptable, and even desirable. So thank you for enlightening me!
Well, now the plot is going to start to move forward more quickly, so if it starts going too fast, please let me know!

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The library was nearly empty, and calming in its gentle silence. Terra sat at a small table clustered with computers, positioned in one of the far corners of the library next to a large window. She rested one elbow on the table, chin in hand, watching the screenplay on the monitor.

Her visit with Slade had been two days ago, and she'd decided to ignore the man's implication to stop her search. She was almost regretting the decision now—there was absolutely nothing left for her search for. She had exhausted all her leads, followed every shred of evidence she could find to its inevitable dead end. Everything that she had looked through in the past two days had shown her nothing except what little she already knew.

It had been a small and welcome relief then, when she'd found a video collection hidden behind the large screen TV in the main room of the tower this morning. It had nothing to do with her search for what had happened to the Titans, but at the time, Terra hadn't really cared. So she'd picked through the mass of horror movies, bad kung-fu remakes, and overdone action films until she found something of interest.

Like Starfire and her scrapbooks, Cyborg had apparently liked putting together home videos of himself and his fellow Titans in his spare time. Since Titan Tower didn't have any power for the television, Terra had brought the tapes here to the library and had been absentmindedly watching several of the tapes for a few hours now.

As she watched the images of the teenagers flash across the screen, she found herself wondering what their voices had sounded like. Being in the library, she wasn't able to turn up the sound on the monitor. There were headphones that she might have been able to use, but the librarian on duty hadn't given her any. It was an old woman who wore far too much lipstick and perfume, and had forgotten to take one of the curlers out of her hair. She'd looked annoyed and impatient when Terra had asked how to use the video monitors, so Terra hadn't pushed her luck by asking for headphones.

Terra made herself content with just being able to watch the Titans, and found herself feeling even more of a connection to the young crime fighters; they were more like normal teens than their reputation made them out to be. Right now the video was running as Beast Boy and Cyborg hurried to place a bucket of water over a doorway. Apparently pleased with themselves and the setup of their practical joke, the two partners in mischief hid themselves and turned the camera on the doorway to wait for their victim.

For a few moments, nothing happened. Then the camera bounced slightly as Raven came into view in the hallway. She turned towards the door—

—and phased right through, leaving the door and its hidden peril undisturbed. Terra blinked, surprised at the sudden show of Raven's power, wondering what else the pale girl could do.

Neither Beast Boy nor Cyborg reappeared on the screen, but from the amount of jolting that the video suddenly went through, Terra gathered that they were quite upset at the failure of their practical joke. After a few moments, the screen became still again as the two would-be pranksters waited for someone else who would be more likely caught unawares.

Again, there were several long minutes of nothing, and then the video began to jolt again. Terra wondered if the two mischief-makers heard footsteps. When the scene became still, she could see the shadow of someone on the hallway floor, as another person neared the corner. The shadow grew larger, the camera jumped in expectation…

And the scene ended. Terra found herself staring at nothing but static.

At first, she thought the library monitor had failed, or something of the sort. She twisted the knobs for tint and color, to no avail. Frowning, Terra pulled the tape out, wondering if it had reached its end. But upon inspection, it was obvious that there was plenty of space left on the video. She put the tape back in, and after rewinding it a little ways, watched the scene again with the same result. Frustrated, Terra put the video away, wondering why Beast Boy and Cyborg, with their obvious love of pranks, would stop the camera just before their moment of triumph.

Sliding the next tape into the monitor, Terra watched as it began to play a new scene, showing the hallway at the top of the tower that held all the Titan's rooms. Suddenly Starfire's face came into view, taking up the entire screen with her wide, ditzy grin. She backed away from the camera, gave a little wave, and floated down the hallway to knock on Robin's door, all the while glancing back and forth at the camera, as though to make sure it was truly recording and wouldn't miss a moment of what she was doing.

For a long while, Robin's door remained shut. Starfire appeared to be having a conversation with him through the closed doorway, talking for a few moments and then waiting, listening for his response. Finally the doorway slid open, and Starfire reached through to pull something out.

Robin was dragged into the hallway, in apparent reluctance. When he was fully visible, the reason for his unwillingness was painfully obvious, as the outfit that he was wearing was even more ridiculous and tacky than the usual one shown in his pictures.

It was bright purple, complete with gloves and knee-high boots. Large round gemstones were placed near the collar, at each knee, and on the back of each glove. The whole outfit was crossed with silver highlights, and in fact looked dangerously similar to a boy's version of the clothing that Starfire always wore…

Starfire floated aimlessly around her comrade, seeming quite pleased with herself while Robin stood in a slump, somehow managing to look completely embarrassed and hell-bent on revenge at the same time. He folded his arms and said something, which averted Starfire's attention away from him and back towards the still-open doorway. Starfire flew into the room, re-emerging a moment later, pulling someone else behind her in the same manner that she had dragged Robin out into the hallway to have his new outfit video-taped.

Terra grinned to herself, watching the scene unfold before her as Starfire attempted to coax out her second fashion victim. But as the second person was about to emerge, the scene ended in an abrupt eruption of static.

Now Terra was truly confused. It made no sense that the tapes had ended in such inopportune places, and could not be mere coincidence. She wondered if the same person who had gone through Starfire's scrapbooks had also deleted parts of the videos. It made sense—the tapes had ended at the exact places where someone was about to enter the scene. It must have been the same person who had been cut out of all the photos.

Terra's curiosity was piqued again, but she still had nothing to follow, no place to look.

No, she thought suddenly. There was one place left to search.

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Terra stood once again in front of the locked doorway. It was the only place she could think of that was left, that might hold the final key to all her searching.

She cast about down the hallway, making certain that Cyborg was nowhere nearby. If he saw her trying to get into the room, he would most likely try to stop her again. Even though his intelligence was severely limited in his present condition, Terra had no reservations about what his mechanical strength could do. If he decided that he didn't want her in there, she doubted that he would hold back, or that she would able to reason with him.

Pulling out a small knife that she carried with her, Terra slipped it into the space between the door and the wall, hoping to find some kind of hinge or switch that might help pry the door open. She had never tried to break through a sliding door before, and wasn't sure if it could be done. Still, she used every trick she could think of, to no avail.

After a good half hour, she gave up on the idea of being able to unlock it. Jamming her fingers into the door crack, she pulled as hard as she could, trying to force it open. To her great surprise, it gave way slightly, and the slim opening widened. Now she could fit her fingers comfortably in the space. Encouraged by the unexpected success, Terra tried again. This time the door remained firm.

Undaunted, she took a moment to run into Robin's room and retrieve one of the metal staffs she had seen decorating his walls. His room held more than just countless newspaper articles and information on the Titans and their enemies. He had collected a wide range of weapons and devices, many of which were displayed in his room like trophies.

Wedging the staff into the door opening, Terra hauled on it like a lever, forcing the gap to widen further. Soon it was large enough for her to slip her entire arm through. Pushing herself up against the crack as far as she could, and now jamming her shoulder into the opening, Terra pushed her way further into the room, widening the gap slowly but more easily.

Finally, the door had opened enough for her to slip through sideways. But as she stepped through in short-lived triumph, Terra suddenly understood why Cyborg had tried to keep her from coming into this room.

There were bodies.