A/N: Okies, one day late, but... well. I'm in a hurry, so no "For Dummies" today. Knock yourselves out, kiddies!

Contrary to what Beast Boy had assumed, flying upward through the blackness that hung over the Abyss was much easier than flying down. It felt only slightly more difficult than flying through regular air. When he reached the edge of the canyon once more, he landed easily and reverted to human.

Glancing around for Knowledge, an uneasy feeling came over him. Hadn't she said she'd await his return? Where was she? Then he caught sight of something that made his heart drop into his stomach.

A pair of round, thick-lensed glasses lay shattered amongst the pebbles.

Beast Boy lifted Knowledge's mangled glasses delicately and stared down at them for a moment. What now? He didn't know where to find the Victim, and there weren't any Figments around to help him. Where had the yellow-robed Raven gone, anyway? Had the Victim found her?

Shaking these thoughts from his head, Beast Boy moved resolutely to the door through which he and Knowledge had originally entered. It was little more than a wooden frame sitting in the middle of the landscape, but through it he could see a white corridor, and the rest of the Inner-Workings beyond. Stepping through to this corridor, he made his way in the direction of the Mental Hospital. Empathy had seemed nice, maybe she would help him.

Doorways and flights of stairs were like lines on a highway. As Beast Boy passed entrance after entrance to strange and unknown territories, he sank into a half-stupor. Oddities became less distinct, and he no longer gave any thought to things which would have otherwise intrigued him. When he finally reached the Hospital, he was exhausted.

Wandering down the corridor of uniform white rooms, he came to the door with Memory's name on it. So far he had not run into Empathy, but he wondered if perhaps the hospitalized Facet might know where she was. When he entered the room she had previously inhabited, however, it was to find Memory gone and the bed unmade, as though she had left in a hurry. Further inspection revealed marks in the door frame where someone had dug in their fingernails to resist capture.

Beast Boy gulped. If the Victim had taken Memory, it was very possible she had found Empathy as well. She was obviously attempting to find and imprison (or worse) all of the Facets, most likely to weaken Raven herself. If she had succeeded in doing this during his venture to the Abyss, he was on his own. That wasn't a comforting thought. It was no use being afraid, he decided. He was going to do this no matter what. He'd just have to find the Victim himself.

Exiting the hospital room, he walked down the hall and turned left. The sight that greeted him was almost more horrifying than the darkness over the Abyss.

Everything in sight was coated thickly by purple, pink, red, and white hearts. Walls, ceiling, floor, and furniture was plastered with them, and they'd even crept onto the stems of plants and invaded the lampshades. In the center of the room, dining casually on a large heart-shaped sugar cookie, was Love.

Her ears pricked at his arrival, and she turned her head to gaze in his general direction. "Hello there! It's Beast Boy, isn't it?"

"How'd you know?" he asked, trying not to touch anything.

She shrugged happily. "Most of the others have been taken by the Victim."

Beast Boy gawked at this revelation. "Aren't you worried?"

"I can't worry," Love said with a contented sigh. "It's not in my programming. Oh!" she cried brightly, "I think that's her now."

There was no time for Beast Boy to react. One moment Love was sitting there nibbling that hideous cookie, the next a pair of pale hands were dragging her through the floor. She waved jauntily at Beast Boy before vanishing completely through the heart-covered carpet.

For a while he just stood there, staring open-mouthed at the place which the friendly Facet had so recently vacated. Then, turning on his heel, he marched back out of the room.

Great, he thought, stomping down the hall. I almost find someone who can help me, and then she's gone, just like that. It must be Wednesday. Stuff like this only happens on Wednesdays.

As he turned the next corner, he heard what sounded like something heavy toppling to the ground. The sound had emanated from the small, completely unmarked door to his right. Opening it cautiously, he peered inside.

Boxes were stacked in high piles all around, and it was one of these which had fallen. Someone yelped, and hissed "Go away!"

"Who's there?" Beast Boy asked, moving toward the voice.

Another yelp. "Nobody! Leave me alone!"

But Beast Boy thought he knew. Shoving aside a large box, he caught sight of a quivering Raven in a gray cloak. "Timid."

She stared up at him with wide eyes. "It's you!"

"Yeah," he said irritably, "It's me."

Timid wouldn't be any help. No matter how much he pitied her--being terrified twenty-four/seven would be awful--he knew she was a coward. Turning back to the door, he made to leave.

"Don't go!" Timid cried, getting to her feet and shuffling after him, "Don't leave me alone!"

Beast Boy glared at her, and she shrank back. "I have to save Raven. She's my friend. Stay here. You'll have a better chance of not being found anyway." Again, he turned to the door.

"I know what you're looking for."

That stopped him in his tracks. Moving slowly to face her, he saw that her head was bowed. The gray hood obscured her face, and the cloak made her posture impossible to read. "You do?"

"You're trying to find the Victim. You're going to fight her somehow."

"Yeah," he replied carefully, "What about it?"

"I'm a coward, Beast Boy, not an idiot. If the Victim wins, I'll be destroyed with Raven. If you can't fight her, all of us will die. I know where she is. I have to help you to save myself. That's what cowards do--they save themselves."

He stared. Staring was becoming a habit for him, now that there were so many things to stare at. He had only met Timid once before, but he knew this was definitely out of character. Getting over his initial shock, he spoke. "So, you'll help me find her?"

Nodding, Timid drifted past him and out of the room. "Follow me."