"Huh," said Wyatt.

Chris turned to stare at him incredulously and whispered hurriedly; "Huh? Our dead mother is stood in the doorway and all you can say is huh?"

"What am I supposed to say?" Wyatt whispered back; "Hey Mom, how's it going. We're your sons from the future and, oh, you're dead?"

Chris stared at him for a second and then nodded his head. "Okay, you're right. That probably wouldn't go over too well."

Piper cleared her throat from the doorway. "Erm, excuse me? I get why you're looking a little shocked because I'm guessing you're my sons from the future and in said future, I'm dead." Piper spread her hands as she said this, a nervous laugh bubbling at the end of the speech as the two stared back at her, completely dumbfounded.

"Piper?" A voice called from the stairway, "What's going on?" Phoebe appeared next to Piper. "What's wrong?" She asked, concerned before catching sight of the brothers still sat on the floor. Her eyes widened comically before she screeched; "Chris!" and dove across the room, enveloping her younger nephew in a rib-crushing hug.

Piper sighed and walked into the room, shaking her head. Chris froze in his Aunt's grasp and peered warily out of the corner of his eye at Wyatt. "Wy? I think Aunt Phoebe's crazy in the past."

"In the past?" Wyatt replied, with a smirk.

Phoebe froze, leaning away from Chris to turn slowly towards Wyatt. "Wyatt?" she asked, her voice breathy.

Wyatt looked confused. "Yeah, that's me. Oldest nephew, bearer of Excalibur, Twice-Blessed child and all that schitck." He glanced suddenly at Chris. "How did you know Chris but not me?"

"Chris!" The yell came from the doorway as Paige barrelled through, ignoring Piper's protests and shoving Phoebe out of the way. She threw her arms around Chris, his expression this time less shocked and more just resigned.

"Hey, Aunt Paige," he said, patting her on the back. An idea seemed to suddenly strike him. "Hey, can I borrow ten bucks?"

"Chris!" Wyatt protested, finally standing up and pulling his Aunt Paige with him. Chris shrugged and stood up.

"Worth a try."

"Okay, okay," Piper intervened. "We need to work out exactly what the hell is going on, okay?"

"Hey, is that Wyatt?" Paige asked, her voice surprised.

Piper wove a hand at her. "Later. Right now let's just see if we can get everything…"

A tinkle of orbs interrupted her and Piper looked down at her feet to see a three year-old Wyatt perched innocently there. "Wyatt!" she said exasperated, bending to scoop up the toddler.

Chris' and Wyatt's eyes widened and they took a synchronised step back. "Wyatt?" said Wyatt. "That's me? Holy crap."

Piper nodded. "Yup, this is your toddler self."

"Weren't you cute?" Phoebe added. "I picked out that pair of dungarees," she added proudly.

Wyatt eyed the duck covered dungarees and then glanced at Chris. "Remind me to hate Aunt Phoebe forever for that particular fashion failure."

Chris shrugged. "I would, but I'm like one." Chris then grinned evilly. "Hey, maybe you should hold yourself. You, know toss a ball at your head. Because, I'm thinking that's what happened anyway."

Wyatt glared at him. "You're sick and twisted and, oh so, wrong."

"It's fun," Chris replied flippantly, "Ooh, maybe you should get mini-you a tattoo and then we can see it appear on your skin and it'll be really cool."

Piper held Wyatt closer. "No-one is getting a tattoo."

Staring incredulously at Chris, Paige muttered. "Wow, he really did change a hell of a lot."

"What?" Chris asked. He looked suddenly worried. "Who changed what? Because the last time we travelled through time Wyatt nearly killed Shakespeare with a bit of banana skin."

"Gee, Chris, for once could you be Mr. Positive?"

"No, not when you nearly killed Shakespeare with a bit of banana skin."

Wyatt closed his eyes briefly and breathed deeply. "Okay, regardless of my brother's rantings, who did change what? And why did you recognise Chris?"

Realisation dawned on Chris. "Oh God, you knew me." The sisters all looked away guiltily. "I came back and changed something, didn't I?"

Wyatt looked shocked. "What did he change? And how long was he here? Because you all seemed pretty chummy with him."

Phoebe laughed nervously. "Chris? Us know Chris? We didn't know Chris! There was no knowledge of Chris anywhere in this house," she laughed, "Well, except for baby you, of course, because we know that Chris. Because, you know, Piper gave birth to him and we were there for a bit of it. But, know Chris as in you Chris. Nu-uh. No knowing over here. Because he certainly never came back in time to stop Wyatt from turning evil and then got himself killed, no way did that ever hap…" She clapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes growing wider with each second as everyone stared at her, shocked. She removed her hand and faced her angry sisters. "I can't keep a secret, you know this!"

"I was evil?" Wyatt asked slowly. Piper turned to him hurriedly.

"Oh, honey. That was a completely different timeline. Now you're good. Right?" She glanced at Chris for confirmation.

But Chris was still staring at Phoebe. "I died?" He asked, weakly.

Paige stepped forward. "You saved your brother."

Wyatt put his hand on Chris' shoulder as though to make sure he was still there. "And I guess you changed everything for the better."

Phoebe nodded her head. "Yup, Wyatt's good and you seem far less neurotic."

Wyatt shook his head. "Oh, he's still neurotic," he smiled, "but it's completely endearing."

Chris still looked as though he was going to throw up. "Kis!" cried the toddler in Piper's arms, trying to grab onto Chris' shirt, and Wyatt looked at his younger self.

"Wow, I guess I really did know you," he scrunched his face up, "Weird." He noticed his brother's stare, peering at their mother. "Chris?" He asked softly.

Chris turned to look at him, tears brimming in his eyes. "If I managed to make everything better, then why didn't I save her?"

Wyatt took a deep breath and made to say something but Chris just shrugged his brother's hand off his shoulder and ran out of the attic.