Cyborg tilted back his head and whistled as he surveyed the dark gray stone walls surrounding them. "Wow, Rae. Didn't know you were into architecture."

"This is where everybody lives," Raven said tensely, settling on a bench and pulling down her hood.

Cyborg glanced around at the Sides scattered around the courtyard. "Uh-huh." He looked back at her and half-smiled. "Very religious, isn't it?"

"Very safe," Raven shot back. "Arella... my mother helped me build this place when I was little. We started here. I told her I wanted a strong place to protect everybody from... I didn't know it was a cathedral, not then. There's a statue of her in the chapel. Sometimes I..." her voice trailed off. After a pause she said, "I like it here."

"It's great," Cyborg said, unsure of what else he could say.

Beast Boy sidled up to him, too intimidated by where he was for his usual exuberance. "Dude," he said, nudging Cyborg with his elbow, "We could have the most epic game of stankball here..."

"Yeah!" yelled Joy, while at the same time Raven snapped, "No. I did not bring you here to play stankball."

Wisdom approached them. "It's not possible they took the items. We would know."

"Beast Boy said he wanted the book," Raven said, "And I couldn't believe that was a coincidence."

Cyborg was looking between the two of them, getting more and more confused. "Wisdom, right?" Wisdom nodded. "What's going on?"

Wisdom sat down beside Raven and gestured to Cyborg to take a seat; he remained standing, remembering too much of what happened the last time he was in Raven's head to completely trust what he saw. Beast Boy sat down in the grass, leaning against the statue of Harrik, while he and Brave tossed pebbles at each other.

Wisdom pulled down her yellow hood. Her face, of course, was Raven's – but with a gentle, detached calm. There was no tension in her shoulders and her gaze, watching Beast Boy, held patience instead of exasperation. "We have all lost something," she began, and explained what had gone missing.

"I don't get it," Beast Boy said finally. "This is all you. They – they're all you. How can you lose something?"

"Tell me what happened on your second birthday," Raven said.

"Huh? Dude, I don't remember."

"Why not," Raven said irritably. "It was you. The memory was in your mind. How can you lose it?"

"But that... that was a memory. That was just a thought in my head. This is a thing you have... isn't it?"

Raven raised her eyebrows. "Have you forgotten where you are? This is my mind. These are all thoughts in my head." She stood and tapped the ground with her foot. Where she stepped the ground turned bright blue. "Because of … because of who I am, I've spent a lot of time learning to shut things away."

Raven raised her hands and a statue of her father, Trigon, rose from the ground before them, glowing black and red, bits of dirt clinging to it. Rage hissed in appreciation as Raven continued, "I can control myself, and I won. But I lost a lot. I'm still learning to … there are a lot of things missing."

Abruptly she made a fist and the statue crumbled, vanishing as it touched the now-green grass. Raven sat back down. "There are places in my mind I've always been afraid to go, because of the threat. Now I can, but – it's my mind, but it's an unexplored country."

"Enough," Wisdom said softly. She looked at Cyborg. "We know none of us took the items, but we also know there may be others. And we don't know what kind of others there may be."

Beast Boy shivered. "Trigon?" he squeaked.

"No," Wisdom said. "But there are worse things than Trigon."

"Not from Raven," Beast Boy insisted. "She's not like that."

Raven pulled her hood back up and huddled on the bench. "You keep forgetting I'm half-demon," she said, her words muffled a little by the cloak. "I'm essentially evil."

"I don't forget," Beast Boy said stoutly. "I just don't care. You're not like that."

Brave dropped lightly down from the statue and patted his shoulder. "I always liked you."

"So it's partly that the things are missing," Cyborg began, "But also that you don't know who took them."

"Everything can be replaced except the book," Wisdom said. "But yes, we need to know who else is here."

Cyborg cracked his knuckles. "So we find 'em." Raven started to say something and Cyborg added, "And if there's a problem, we fight."

After a moment Raven nodded, resigned.

"Good," Wisdom said. "Brave, Timid, and Rage will go with you."

Brave grinned and hauled Beast Boy to his feet. He smiled uncertainly at her and said, "I've seen you fight, you're awesome. But – um, I'm sure Timid's great and all, but -"

"Timid and Rage both know more about my mind than any of my other sides," Raven said. "They can help us in the lost places."

Cyborg leaned over to Raven and half-whispered, "Aren't you worried about Rage? Maybe she -"

"I'm not worried." Raven stood and turned to where Rage stood across the courtyard in her scarlet cloak. Red eyes locked on violet as Raven added, "I've been fighting her every day of my life."

Rage snarled. "It should be my life, not yours. It should be you trapped here, not me. I honored our father as you never did -"

"Enough," Wisdom said again, but this time it rang with a cold finality. Rage subsided. "Start in the nave," Wisdom continued. "Start with Patience."