'Where... am I? It is all white... is this...'
"Heaven?"
"Not quite, kiddo" one man said and he got up to see that he was surrounded by seven strangers that wore simple white cloaks, each one with a different and odd set of characteristics.
"He is from a parallel universe. One we've never been to, far from our spectrum" one said. He was albino and had black hair and beard, without a mustache and one of his eyes seemed crippled, with a small pupil.
"So, what do we do about this stranger?" the one on the left of the first to talk said. He had red hair that was messy and a goatee that he scratched. He was pale, although not as much as the other and he seemed stronger, too, with eyes that looked like they had a powerful inner fire.
"He should be dead, yet he is here" the one on the right of the black-haired said. He was a strong tanned man with dark hair and a slight beard growing on his face. His eyes were almost like those of a cat.
"He must be important in whatever realm he came from" the one on the opposite corner said, another red headed pale man that had a full beard and mustache and felt colder.
"That or our presence here attracted his wayward spirit" the one beside him said. He had really short black hair, was tanned and as strong as the other tanned guy there. Unlike his colder friend, he felt warmer.
"We trust him? I don't know how long he has been up or what he saw" the one between the warm one and the one that had fiery eyes. He was as tanned as the other two, but not as strong and his hair had a tone between ginger and brown. He felt a little bit sparky, but not dangerously.
"We let him talk first, then we see what we do about him" the last to talk said. He was a man that had black hair and small brown eyes. He was the fattest of the group, having a considerable tummy and he was neither pale nor tanned, being something in between.
"Uh... am I dead?"
"Well, sort of. Usually dead people don't come here unless they are not quite that supposed to be dead." Cat-Eyes answered.
"Are you dead?"
"No, but I am deathtouched. I brought our spirits here because back at where we are, a wicked witch is doing a ritual to rip our spirits away from our bodies. So, we left our friends to deal with the witches and I brought our spirits here where they cannot be touched" Crippled-Eye said calmly "we should introduce ourselves. I am Leon."
"The name's Vince." the one with fiery eyes said.
"Ewen." the cat-eyed one said.
"Solon Goldmind, at your service." the colder one presented himself.
"You can call me Theron, kid" the fat guy told him.
"I'm Benjamin" the sparky one said.
"And I'm Brendan, Benjamin's brother" lastly, the warmer one said.
"Oh, that is interesting. My name is Brandon. And well, I am... look, you've got magic, right?"
"Loads and loads and more loads of it."
"So... could you please send me back to my world? There is a huge mess down there and I need to help solve it."
"Say no more, kid. However... to do such incantation would require some... reagents, you may say."
"Yeah. Anchors. Things from your past. Things from who you are."
"Yeah, I don't have them."
"You can collect them. But not looking like that, from what I have seen from you before you woke up, in your world those clothes call attention as a hero or a villain. So..."
Solon snapped his fingers and Private Hive was enveloped by a whirlwind. When it ended, he looked at himself and saw that he wore a light-blue shirt, black pants, a black trenchcoat and brown leather shoes. He had shades on his head, a ring on his right middle finger and a golden watch on his left wrist.
"There. Don't worry. Your equipment was integrated to you accessories. Leon, the list for revival incantations, please."
"Wait..." he said, throwing things out like crazy out of his backpack... like orbs, clothes, knives, appliances and many other things, but mainly books. One of the things he threw out was an empty leather briefcase.
Brandon messed his short brown hair and smiled because he lived.
"Can I keep this, sir?"
"Sure, didn't know that was there. Take this" he said and gave him a 'Time Magic for Dummies' book "and this" he gave him an odd looking knife that seemed rare.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, we have like a dozen of those in our pack. That one works like Leon's, so you can put like your life in it."
"Found it!" he said, giving the list to Brendan and right after, he snapped his fingers and all the things that had gone out, except the ones held by others went back in.
"Let me see... the first ingredient is something from of the happiest memory you ever had."
"Open the gates!" Vince said and Benjamin did. That was when Private Hive saw that there were black gates, the one thing besides them in that eternal white.
"Now, go there and get something from that day. And please don't let anyone that knows you see you. That would make things messy..."
Brandon breathed deeply for a moment.
And jumped inside the gates.

"Hello, Mr. Purge. I have captured the Teen Titans and your dear brother Brandon. Please, contact me as soon as you get this message, there are things we must discuss."
And turned off the recorder, sending the message.
"Come on back, kid... Papa is waiting."