Who would have thought that a fourteenth birthday could be such a painful memory? For Christopher Perry Halliwell, it is the worst memory of his life. Despite all of the scars, the painful torturing sessions with his dear older brother, nothing compares to watching his mother die and being blamed for her death. No one came. Not even his father. Not Wyatt, Paige, Sam, or even another whitelighter. No one came. No one cared that a fourteen year old boy was watching his mother die in front of him. His whole world ending without anyone left to love him. Soon after Piper's death, Leo never called Chris 'son' again – not that his father was much of one anyway. To Wyatt, Leo was the perfect father. He was there for all his little league games, for doctor appointments, and generally just there to love him; however, to Chris, Leo was the bastard that abandoned him and Melinda, Leo's youngest child and only daughter. Chris never got to experience the love of a father and he certainly never felt loved by one either.

The man known as Christopher Perry to the Halliwell's was sitting quietly on the edge of a dock, in the Southern Caribbean Ocean, because he needed a private place to think. He would have chosen the Golden Gate Bridge but now that Leo had already found him there once, Chris was certain he would check there again. It had only been two weeks since Bianca came back to the past. It had only been a week and six days that the precious Charmed Ones had kicked him out of their home, his home. Leo had already been speaking to the Elders about recycling his soul and Chris, although not being trusted by Leo, did have a few whitelighters and even Elders that informed him of this.

He had no doubt that this was why he felt his insides turning. His body was heaving back and forth as his insides split and he felt his body dragged to a new place. He was standing in the Attic. He saw the crystals. He tried to orb. It was useless. He felt it. All of his powers were gone. Somehow they had blocked, maybe even bound, his powers. He had no idea how but now he was helpless. He looked around and saw the hate-filled faces of Piper and Leo. His mother and father were nowhere to be found. He looked to Phoebe who, although compassionate, showed distrust on her face. Paige, on the other hand, refused to look at him.

"Please," he begged, "Let me go." Leo smirked and shook his head, "You think we're let you go?" He said, with a laughter filling his voice, "You lied to us. You used us. You said our son was evil," he glared at him, "but you, you dated and proposed to a Phoenix Witch, an assassin, and worked with demons even going so far as bringing one into our home to study my child!" He screamed out the last part, "No," he said carefully, "We do not trust you."

Piper looked at Chris and said, "Why did you come back?" Chris looked at her and felt nauseous and then an unfamiliar taste filled his mouth. He had to tell the truth. The Truth Spell, he thought. Damn them! "To save Wyatt," he said. She glared at him, "Why does Wyatt need saving?" He groaned but had to tell the truth; in fact, he couldn't even stop himself from speaking. He couldn't think of changing the words. They had altered the spell! Damn them! "Wyatt is the source of all evil in the future." Leo eyed him with such hatred, "Why you?" Chris sighed and tried to stop himself, but he couldn't, "Everyone else wanted him dead."