"Her mind!" Bart exclaimed. "How?"

"I don't know, but clearly that mirror wasn't just a mirror."

"Oh, great," Bart whined. "How do we get out?"

"I don't know," Tim said. "Being transported into someone's mind is something I've never encountered before," Tim said.

"Okay, I'm going to run ahead," Bart said before disappearing. Two seconds later, he returned out of breath. "Ijustran1,000milesthisthinggoesonforever."

"Bart, speed-talk," Tim said.

"Sorry. I just ran 1,000 miles. This thing goes on forever."

"Great," Tim sighed.

"So, what do we do?" the young speedster asked, looking up at Tim.

"I guess we keep walking until I figure something out or Raven returns. For now, try not to look at the memories as they pass. We want to respect Raven's privacy as much as possible." Bart nodded in agreement, and the two began the long trek.

Raven's memories came one after the other. Eventually, it seemed like Tim and Bart were walking through a large cloud as the transparent memories kept coming and coming and coming. They walked for so long; they didn't realize the memories had stopped long ago. "I can't keep doing this!" Bart exclaimed. "Please tell me you've thought of something in that genius brain of yours."

Tim halted sharply, and Bart followed. "The memories have stopped," Tim said, finally looking around.

"Huh," Bart said, looking around, "you're right. Why? Is Raven asleep or something?"

"I don't know." Tim turned and looked back at the way they came. He could still see the memories in the distance, even though they were a mile away. He and Bart took a few more steps before the scenery changed drastically. "Uh…what's going on?" Bart asked.

"I do not know," Tim said. The transition was day and night and very psychedelic. One moment they were walking under a night sky; the next second, the sun was shining, the sky was blue, they were in a lush meadow, birds were singing, and Tim was pretty sure the clouds were made of cotton candy.

"We are not in Kansas anymore," Bart muttered as he and Tim continued walking through what appeared to be a vibrant green pasture filled with flowers of every color. "Okay, what in the fizzity-uck is going on?" Bart huffed. "My mind is spinning."

"I honestly don't even have a theory," Tim replied. The two boys continued walking in silence, taking in their surroundings.

"Look," Bart said, gaining Tim's attention.

"What?" Tim asked. He saw Bart point at something in the middle of the path, a few feet away. Following Bart's finger, Tim noticed an adorable blackbird. A raven. Its glossy feathers shimmered in the night, and it had two pairs of eyes that sparkled like rubies. The bird has four eyes! Tim stared in bewilderment. Upon further inspection, he realized the bird's shine made it seem almost fake. The raven observed them intently as it tweeted. "It's so cute," Bart cooed. "Look, another one." A second raven joined the first, tweeting as well. Birds continuously landed on the bridge until there were hundreds, all tweeting. "Okay, this is getting creepy," Bart said, taking an uneasy step back.

Tim agreed. He was about to suggest they turn around when he realized he could understand what the birds were saying. "Bart," Tim spoke slowly, "please tell me I'm not the only one hearing this."

Bart listened and said, "Yeah. It's like I can understand them."

In cute voices, the birds were saying, "Intruder, get out. Intruder, get out." Bart and Tim were once more on their guard and began to slowly back away as the unkindness grew louder and louder. "Intruder, get out! Intruder, get out!"

"We're trying to," Bart explained, "but we're lost. Can't you help us?"

"Intruder, get out! Intruder, get out! YOU DON'T BELONG HERE!" Tim and Bart watched in awe as the ravens came together to form one giant raven, well over 15 feet tall.

"So not crash. So not crash. So not crash," Bart trembled as the bird opened its mouth and released the loudest, sharpest caw the two had ever heard. They gripped their ears with their hands. My eardrums are going to pop, Tim thought desperately. We need to get out of here. How can we get out of here? Doing his best not to panic, Tim was about to order Bart to speed them out of there when a familiar voice rang through the air. "Woah! Woah! Woah!" The squawking immediately stopped, and the giant raven took a giant step back.

"Raven," Bart breathed in relief. "I am so happy to…huh?"

Tim raised a brow. That is Raven, but… He stared at her uniform in confusion.

"Why are you wearing pink?" Bart asked.

"It's my favorite color, duh," Raven smiled brightly, her pink eyes sparkling with joy. She turned to the raven. It lowered its head and allowed Raven to stroke his beak. "It's okay, baby," she cooed. "It's okay. Did those mean boys scare you?"

"What!" Tim and Bart both exclaimed.

"Us scare him?" Bart asked incredulously. "Seriously?"

"It's okay," the pink-clothed Raven ignored the boys and continued to comfort the giant bird. "Mommy's here. Who's a good boy? You're a good boy. Yes, you are. Yes, you are." Tim watched in befuddlement as the bird preened at the praise. "Okay," Raven gave his beak a gentle pat, "I'll take it from here." She gave him a peck and said, "Off you go." Giving the two boys a hostile look, the bird unfolded its massive wings and flew into the air. Raven turned around and faced the two boys with a bright smile on her face. "You're not supposed to be here," she sang as she skipped to them.

"Are you gonna turn into a big scary raven, too?" Bart asked. Tim nodded his head to show agreement with that question.

"No, silly," Raven giggled. "You're so funny! I cannot turn into a giant bird. That would be hilarious!" she continued to laugh. She stopped when she realized neither boy was laughing. "What's wrong?" she asked, cocking her head to the side.

"I've never seen you so open with your emotions. I'm whizzing out," Bart answered. "What is going on?"

"I have a guess," Tim said before the Pink Raven could reply. She gave Tim such a heartwarming smile, Tim couldn't help but smile back. She giggled and covered a blush.

"Care to share?" Bart asked.

"Unless I've missed my guess, I believe you are a personification of Raven's emotions," Tim continued. "I'm guessing…happiness?"

"Joy," Joy bounced. "I'm called Joy."

"I don't get it," Bart said.

"It seems to me that Raven's mindscape is a manifestation of her subconscious, where her emotions are anthropomorphized. Each emotion, like Joy," Tim gestured to the pink Raven, "is personified into distinct entities. This allows us to visually and interactively navigate the multifaceted dimensions of her psychological state. It's quite fascinating, actually—the portrayal of the human psyche's inherent complexity, showcasing the continuous struggle for equilibrium between her human and demonic lineage. Am I right?" he asked the pink Raven.

"I just had to ask," Bart muttered as Raven laughed. "How did you determine that from everything that just happened?"

"Seriously? Raven's head. The memories," Tim answered. "It's all right in front of us."

"You saw a pink-clad Raven and your first thought wasn't 'I wonder what happened to Raven's uniform', it was, 'this is an emotion.'"

"I told you earlier that I was theorizing. I've postulated 5 hypotheses since this Raven appeared. We've been in Raven's mind for at least an hour, and I've been brainstorming since we arrived. How many suppositions do you think I've formulated since then?"

"I…" Bart didn't know.

"You're not the only one who can think fast," Tim said confidently.

"No wonder you're the team leader," Bart muttered.

"Wow," Raven gushed, "you are SO smart. Knowledge is going to LOVE you."

"You could have just said her emotions are people," Bart sighed.

"But we're not people," Raven corrected him in a sing-song voice, "we're emotions."

"I am both whizzed and wigged out," Bart whispered to Tim as Joy started spinning and laughing merrily.

"Relax," Tim slightly pushed him away. "Joy," he called to the pink-clad Raven. She bounced over to him and floated mere inches from his face. There is so much joy in this girl's eyes. I simultaneously want to cry and float. "Joy," he took a small step back, "can you get us out of here?"

"I cannot," she replied. "Only Raven can."

"But you're Raven," Bart said.

"I am, and I am not," Raven giggled and winked.

"What?"

"So we have to wait for Raven to finish her mission?" Tim asked.

"Right-o!" Joy exclaimed, giving him two thumbs up.

"That could take anywhere from 5 minutes to 2 weeks," Tim said thoughtfully.

"What!" Bart panicked.

"She's with Dark. Who knows where they are or how long it'll take."

"I can't be here for an entire week," Bart said as he paced. "I have three tests on Monday, a project due on Tuesday, and an oral report on Thursday."

"Hmmm," Raven tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Oh, I know!" she exclaimed. "You can go to Knowledge!"

"Knowledge?" Tim repeated.

"Knowledge. She's Raven's intelligence."

"Okay," Tim nodded in understanding. "Can you take us there?"

"I could, but I don't want to," Joy denied his request as she shook her head almost erratically.

"Why not?" Bart asked. "We're desperate. What if we said 'please'?"

"Can't you teleport us there?" Tim asked.

"No," Raven answered, "emotions can only teleport emotions to other places."

"How do you know that?" Tim asked. "Have you tried?"

"Hmm? I guess you're right. Let's test it out." She grabbed Tim and Bart's hands before either could respond and said something that sounded like gibberish but simultaneously did not. Nothing happened. She closed her eyes and repeated herself. Again, nothing. "Didn't work," she shrugged and released their hands.

"Okay," Tim said, "can you at least point us in the right direction?"

"Yep! Just go through that door," she pointed.

"What door?" Bart asked. He turned to look and ran face first into a door. "This door wasn't here before," he muttered.

"Or was it?" Joy asked mischievously.

"Was it?" Bart asked her.

"No, it wasn't," she laughed again.

"So, who is on the other side of this door?" Tim asked.

"Anguish," Joy answered happily.

"Anguish?" Tim repeated.

"Mhmm," Joy nodded her head almost erratically. "When Raven was young, Fear and Sadness had two different representations." When Raven hit puberty, they merged into one. Anguish! That's why I don't want to go with you. Anguish is terrifying. Going into her territory always gives me a tummy ache," pink Raven explained.

"That makes sense," Tim nodded. "We enter Anguish's territory and, I'm guessing, we have to find the other door."

"You got it. It's at the end of Anguish's territory. After that, you'll enter Knowledge's domain. That's where I'll meet you," Joy perked up even more.

"That sounds delightful," Bart stated wryly.

Joy burst out laughing, holding her midsection. "Bart," she chortled, "you are too funny!"

"I'm not trying to be," Bart frowned.

"Okay," Tim said, "we have our heading. Thank you so much." Tim beamed at Joy, who looked away with a blush. "You were a great help," he added.

"Oh." Raven threw her arms around Tim and gave him a gigantic hug. "It was so nice to meet you, Tim. You smell so good, and your face is so handsome. And Bart," Raven threw her arms around Bart before he could react, "you're shorter than me, and it's adorable because it makes you look cute." She released him. "Thanks for visiting, friends," Joy waved brightly. "Good luck! You will definitely, 100%, need it."