Terra followed closely behind Malchior, afraid she would lose him if she didn't. For all he told her about being stuck in a book for 15,000 years before death, he was pretty fast. Left and right, right and left they turned, down the hallways that seemed to never end. Nobody told her that the office was near the google numbers.

They finally reached Terra's room, and she plopped down on her bed. With her hair spread all around her head, Malchior had to admit, she looked rather attractive. Almost enough so….. (Yes, your mind is supposed to be in the gutter)

No! No, no, no. There was no way she was going help him get out of this hell-hole. Her element of expertise was earth. Unless….he could….teach…no, that was impossible! Though he had read rather a lot and distinctly remembered a way to help people control new elements. Perhaps he could get her to control fire as well as earth. Hmmm…

Terra was very comfortable. The bed was cushy. The pillows were her favorite color, red. And Malchior was staring at her. Her life- er, death was complete.

"Malchior?"

"Yes, mi'lady?" he replied absent-mindedly.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing important. How would you like to see my room Terra?"

"That would be great! So, what number is your room?"

"7, I'm sure you'll be happy to hear."

"Thank Go-"

Malchior shushed her. "Shh, not so loud! We are in hell! Satan always hated his brother. They've been stuck in a childish battle since the beginning of time."

Terra stored that in her file named "Wacko Things about Wacko Places."

Malchior's room was almost exactly like her's. Same size, same bed linen. However, the similarities were hard to see under the mounds, piles and heaps of books in his room. Hell, she could even see an Encyclopedia Brown book. Which disturbed her. A lot.

"Er, Malchior?"

"Yes Terra?"

"The Encyclopedia Brown book?"

Malchior turned crimson." Um, that was a gift from my mother."

Needless to say, Terra was freaked out. That passed, however and she began to snicker, which continued for about thirty seconds. After that, well let's just say if Terra wasn't dead already, she would be now. Yes, she was laughing that hard.

Malchior was getting redder by the second. Luckily, thanks to those wonderful clichés, the bell, signaling it was lunch time.

Bwuhahahaha! Cliffy, sorta… Anyway, I forget to tell you last chapter, but I don't own Teen Titans. Just in case you were wondering. Thanks for reviews on the previous chapter, they made me feel warm and fuzzy. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Oh, and I don't own Encyclopedia Brown. Please review, but don't flame 'cause the pairing scarred you for life.