*Hooray, Ch. 2 is posted! Yes, I know it isn't very long, but it's not really supposed to be. If you know about Charles Watkin's history, you get a cookie! If not, go read about him, or this story will not make much sense to you. Ch. 3 will be longer, that I promise you ^^*

*Same disclaimer applies*

*For Joel*

A Different World

Charles Watkins was alone. After all, he had never truly existed in the first place. His dimension had completely erased the Team Titans from history, except for 3. He thought of the one woman he had ever loved and sighed sadly. "Miriam never saw me that way," he muttered to himself.

He wandered an empty dimension by himself, looking for any sign of help. He remembered a girl named Raven had rescued him a long time ago. How had he called her? He scratched his head, trying to remember. "What's the point?" he asked himself. "I've been erased from history…she won't ever remember me…"

He sat down and hugged his knees to his chest. He had never felt this kind of feeling before. He was alone with his memories and no one to remember him.

"Miriam…" he whispered her name, wishing she could hear him.

Bitter tears streamed down his face. "Raven…help me…" he choked out.