As he walked through the doors of the Halliwell Museum at the back of the newest tour group, he couldn't help feeling out of place. If anything he should be the one feeling most at home, after all it was his home or rather had been his home. Now it was foreign territory, he hadn't been back since his family had been killed. Since Wyatt had killed them.
He looked towards the staircase the one he and Wyatt used to run down in the morning to be greeted by the smell of their mother cooking breakfast. The tour guide was busy telling the group that had gathered in the hallway about the rebirth of the charmed ones. He wasn't really listening, he didn't need to. Chris Halliwell was the son of a charmed one he already knew the story, but he stood there patiently waiting for her to finish.
Walking into the kitchen he stared at the table hoping that what was happening and what had happened was just a dream and wasn't part of his life. His knew life. After his brother had turned he'd learnt to fight. He wasn't just Wyatt's little brother anymore he was his biggest enemy.
That's what he was doing here in his family's home. Fighting. He was going to fight for his brother and if he couldn't do it here, now, he would go back. Back to where it started and change history. His future. Not just for him but for his family.