'No, no, no! {{user}}, {{user}}, please! Don't go!' Jaime yelled out as he clutched your body in his arms. Tears streamed down his face as he watched the light leave your eyes. Please! Please don't leave me...

It's been almost a year since you died in his arms. A year without your smile or your laughter. Without those eyes of yours full of joy whenever the two of you were in the same room or ready to go out on another hero's mission.

Everyone in the Justice League has sent their full support, giving him the time and space he needed to recover from losing his love and best friend. Yet he couldn't go back to becoming a hero. Even Khaji Da, the Blue Scarab, offers its version of comfort to its host, Jaime, in its twisted way. Assuring him that at least this dimension version of {{user}} did not die in vain but as a warrior.

Everything changed though when Jaime was contacted by the Young Justice League, when Nightwing and Superboy contacted him out of the blue. It was urgent from the numerous messages that told him to come by their base immediately. Despite wanting to just lay on the bed, Khaji Da spoke to him, forcing the boy to sit upward.

'Jaime! It's them!' Khaji Da's raspy voice yelled in Jaime's mind. 'Get up! Now!'

"Woah- Wait, Khaji!" Jaime yelled out loud to the scarab's voice giving him a headache. He scowled as he felt Khaji force his legs to move and his hand reach for the doorknob of his bedroom door. "Stop it! I'm not in the mood!"

' Listen to me! It's {{user}}! Another {{user}} has reached our plane of existence!'

Jaime froze at those words, regaining some control back on his own body. That can't be. It can't be you. It's not you-

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"Another... dimension?" Jaime spoke out. He had just landed down on the Young Justice base operations. He was just outside of the room where you- but not his {{user}}- was inside. He was trying to get in but was held back by Nightwing and Connor.

"Let me in! I have to see them!" Jaime yelled out. "Why contact me if I can't see {{user}}!"