The next thing Britannica knows is that he is standing behind Registered Member 552, who is crouching over a body lying on the floor. RM552 appears to be checking the body for something, but Britannica can’t make out whom the body belongs to.
Brit: Hey RM! What’s happening?
But Registered Member 552 ignores the Superhero Librarian.
Brit: I said, Hey RM! What’s happening?
But the Mighty Monarch continues to ignore him. Just then The Time Trust, Dogg and Centurian enter the room.
Brit: Ah, hello chaps, perhaps you can…?
Evil T3: What is his condition?
Evil RM552: I didn’t clobber him that hard. I think he’s dead.
Brit: [looking around confused] Who’s dead? What’s going on here?
Evil T3: That is most regrettable. His knowledge would have been a great asset to our cause.
Evil Dogg: But now we have one less enemy to oppose us.
Evil T3: True. Speaking of enemies, we must deal with the remaining JLR. Come.
It was then that Registered Member 552 stood up, revealing to Britannica the identity of the body…
Britannica!
Brit: Ruddy Heck! That’s me!
It was only then that Britannica realised he wasn’t standing on the floor, but on a surfboard hovering above the floor.
Brit: Hmmm… that doesn’t happen every day. I don’t even surf…
Just then the surfboard shoots off towards the wall, carrying Britannica along with it.
Brit: [covering his eyes] Eek!
But Britannica passes harmlessly through the wall and finds himself shooting up through the Earth’s atmosphere, into space, then into what can only be described as a rent in the fabric of time and space.
Brit: I’m in a tunnel… with a bright light at the end. Good grief! Am I really dead? I didn’t even have time to say goodbye to Di Bat Pho…
After a moment’s contemplation about the wife he has left behind, all the things he achieved and what he had hoped to achieve…
[Brit: Hang on. I’ve read many accounts about near death experiences, but none of them have mentioned surfboards before.
But before he has an opportunity to figure out the mysteries of the afterlife, a voice calls out to Britannica
Voice: Britannica!
Britannica turns to face the source of the voice.
Brit: Wednesday! What are you doing here? Oh no, does this mean you’re dead too? Actually, where is here?
Wed: Purgatory, man.
Brit: Purgatory, huh? I suppose that explains the hot tub you’re in. After all, purgatory is supposed to be place where souls are supposed to be cleansed. But that doesn’t explain the three attractive scantly clad young ladies in there with you.
Wed: Consider it compensation. I wasn’t supposed to die. But what brings you here?
Brit: Well from what I can make out, Registered Member 552 hit me over the head with his sceptre.
Wed: That’s a pretty lame way to die, dude.
Brit: How’d you die, then?
Wed: Chant ripped my head off.
Brit: Chant ripped your head off?
Wed: Like I said, I wasn’t supposed to die.
Just then Gob Almighty materialises.
GA: 
Hey Wednesday, how’s everything? Hope it’s all to your satisfaction… Britannica! What the hell are you doing here?
Brit: Apparently Registered Member 552 hit me over the head and here I am.
Gob Almighty consults the books. Looking more distraught the further he reads.
GA: Oh great… Not again!
Brit: Is there a problem?
GA: You’re not supposed to be dead either. God’s gonna have my balls.
Brit: Don’t worry. Everyone makes mistakes.
Wed: Dude, you’re taking this very well.
Brit: Probably shock. I’m sure it’ll wear off. [turning to Gob Almighty] Though, I am curious to know why a surfboard brought me here? Sure I’m Australian, but I’ve never been associated with the sport before.
GA: Surfboard? [Gob Almighty looks at the surfboard] This is great!
Brit and Wed: It is?
GA: You can go back! Use the surfboard to go back. Find your friends. Stop Chant and the evil JLR.
Brit: Oh, OK. Coming Wednesday?
Wed: Sure, why not.
GA: Ah… I’m afraid that won’t be possible.
Brit & Wed: Why not?
GA: Mystery of the afterlife, man.
Brit & Wed: GA: 
Brit: [shaking his dead team-mate’s hand] Well Wednesday, it’s been great. We’ll get Chant for you and make sure the others come back to the path of righteousness.
Wed: Yeah, it’s been sweet.
After a moment of awkwardness the two friends embrace, patting each other on the back. They pull away looking embarrassed under Gob Almighty’s gaze.
Wed: Hey, don’t judge us! We’re never gonna see each other again.
Brit: Don’t worry Wednesday, if there’s a way, we’ll try and get you back.
Wed: [climbing back into the hot-tub] Yeah, well don’t hurry, you hear me. [Wednesday gives Britannica a wink, as the three women snuggle up against him]
With that Britannica steps back onto the surfboard, which shoots back off towards Earth and what remains of the JLR.
Brit: Hey guys!
SMM: Look it’s Britannica!
Fused: Hey look, it’s Britannica!
SMM: That’s what I said…
Brit: Look there’s no time. Wednesday’s dead.
Ace: Yeah, we know.
Brit: Oh. And half the JLR has turned evil.
Kaz: Yeah. We know that too.
Brit: Oh… And did you know you’re flying with sock puppets on your hands?
Fused: Yep.
Brit: Oh.
SMM: One thing we don’t know is why you’re translucent and riding a surfboard?
Brit: Oh this… [looks down at the surfboard] From now on, just call me
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