Even before Chris forced his eyes open, he had to reorient himself. He could tell he was lying on a bed, under covers, no longer slumped on a sofa. He heard the sounds of movement, a gentle shuffling noise, a baby's babble, and then his mother's murmur in response. He opened his eyes and saw her in a nearby armchair. Wyatt was at her knees, handing her a teddy bear. In the dim light - the drapes were drawn - Chris recognized the master bedroom.

When he propped himself up on his elbow - and immediately sunk down again with a slight groan - Piper looked up.

Wyatt noticed, too, and made his way over to Chris to give the teddy bear to him instead. Dropping the toy next to Chris's head, Wyatt took tiny fistfuls of the covers and unsuccessfully tried to hoist himself onto the bed.

"Ever since he discovered you were in here, he's wanted to stay," Piper said. "He's been orbing in here all day, so finally I gave up and stayed to keep an eye on him. I didn't want him to wake you."

"How did I get here?"

"Well, your father orbed you to bed."

"Oh."

"Yes, oh."

Chris made the effort again to sit up, this time succeeded, and squinted at the windows. A thin break between the heavy drapes showed full daylight outside. "How long have I been out?" he asked.

"About sixteen hours. When was the last time you slept?"

"Um, I may have nodded off without meaning to a few times last night." He amended himself: "I mean, the night before last. Before that ... Does being unconscious count? If it does, then, the last time I really slept was when I was unconscious after Bianca attacked me."

"I don't think being unconscious does count, but, Chris, that was months ago."

"To me, it's been ... three days? I think. I've kind of lost track."

"I can imagine." She smiled, but her voice had a touch of hoarseness, the kind that betrayed she had been crying some time that morning. She asked, "What about food? Have you eaten in three days?"

"We raided Wyatt's refrigerator in the future. But, yeah, I'm hungry."

Wyatt gave up on trying to scale the side of the bed and orbed up there, landing next to Chris. He tried again to offer the teddy bear, and ended up shoving it in Chris's face.

"Okay, okay, thanks," Chris said, taking the bear.

"Come on, mister," Piper said, picking Wyatt up. "Give your little brother some space."

As she walked to the door, she paused by shelves to put her hand on some folded clothes that crowded aside the baby supplies normally kept there. "You left these in the backroom of P3. They were stuffed in a laundry bag, so I washed them."

Chris swung his feet to the floor and looked down at himself, at the bloodstains on his shirt and jeans, and Piper added gently, "I thought you might want to clean up. There's everything you need in the bathroom, and there will be food waiting for you, okay?"

A half hour later, Chris, with wet hair and wearing fresh clothes, came downstairs - discovering bruises and aches from the past few days with every step. He followed the rich smell of something that had been stewing for hours. Unless Piper had taken up cheating with magic in the kitchen - which the chef in her would never allow - she had started cooking this morning. In between shooing Wyatt away from Chris as he slept, apparently.

He walked into the kitchen, in one hand carrying the teddy bear, and under his other arm the dirty clothes. He returned the bear to Wyatt, who was playing on the floor with a toy truck. Piper, stirring a soup pot on the stove, didn't immediately notice Chris as he stood holding the clothes.

He announced himself: "Uh, I didn't know what to do with these."

Piper turned and, seeing the clothes, said, "Leave them on the floor of the laundry room, and I'll get to them. Don't worry about it."

Chris didn't ever want to wear or see these clothes again, but he obeyed automatically. When he returned to the kitchen, he asked, "Where is everybody?"

"Your dad is up with the Elders. He spent all night and most of the morning ignoring their calls - he wanted to talk to you first. But they sent Paige to get him, and the two of them left. That was a few hours ago. Phoebe wanted to go, since she was the only one who actually knew anything - the only one awake, that is. But nobody was sure if she was allowed, and when Phoebe got an irate message from Elise, I told her to go to work. We don't need her getting fired on top of everything else."

Piper ground some pepper over the soup, gave it a taste, and was apparently satisfied.

"Sit," she ordered.

She pulled down a bowl and ladled out soup, then put it in front of him where he sat down at the kitchen table. She uncovered a plate of sandwiches and slid it over to him. "I wanted to ask you what your favorite was, but you were asleep."

"This is perfect, thanks." It was a homey beef-and-vegetable soup, something he remembered from childhood, as good as everything else she made, but Chris didn't think it had ever tasted this good. Maybe all the years since he had eaten it made the difference.

They sat in silence while Chris ate and Wyatt played on the floor, until, when Chris was almost finished, there was the sound and lights of orbing, and he immediately felt his shoulders tense. Leo was back.

Chris put his spoon down and folded his arms. "Guess it's time to talk."

Leo frowned uncertainly and looked to Piper, who stepped in.

"What happened?" she asked him. "Where's Paige?"

Wyatt crawled over, grabbed his father's leg to pull himself to his feet, and raised his arms. Leo bent down to pick him up as he started to answer Piper: "Uh, Paige is-" But when he straightened up with Wyatt in his arms, his eyes landed on Chris again, and he asked, "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine, Leo. I just want to know what's going on. Where's Paige?"

"Paige is at Magic School, with Darryl."

"With Darryl?" Piper asked.

"Paige made the case to the Elders that somebody needed to do some investigation, talk to the people who worked with Gideon, see if anyone knew anything. She didn't think the Elders themselves would be impartial enough or" - Leo gave a brief, bitter laugh - "competent enough to do it. So she volunteered herself, and brought Darryl along for investigative expertise."

Chris was impressed she talked the Elders into that, but he asked, "How does Paige count as an impartial party? Darryl might - barely."

"It doesn't have to hold up in a court of law, Chris," Leo said. "I just want the truth."

Piper added, "I trust Paige and Darryl to get it more than the Elders. And what about you, Leo? What were they doing with you all this time?"

"Questioning me. I told them what I had seen. I told them ..." He glanced at Chris. "I told them some of what Phoebe told us. Of course, they want to talk to Chris."

"So you came back to get me?"

"They sent me to get you, yes. But I'm not going to drag you there. It's your choice. But if you do go, I'd like to hear what you have to say first."

"To get our stories straight?"

Leo didn't rise to the bait. "No, because I think your mother and I have a right to know. Before the Elders decide-" He stopped himself.

"Before the Elders decide what?" Piper asked.

"Many of the Elders are arguing that Wyatt should be stripped of his powers."

"What? They're going to punish him for this?"

Leo's expression was tight, his own anger just contained as he gave a recitation of the facts as the Elders saw them: "They don't see it as punishment. They see it as precaution. They were aware that Gideon was worried about Wyatt's powers, though no one thought Gideon would go this far. And they tell me over and over that of course they don't approve of what Gideon did, but many share his concerns. And with Gideon's death, that faction has the upper hand. Future Wyatt killed an Elder, and they say they can't overlook it."

"I don't believe this. One of their own kidnapped a baby and tried to kill him. And Gideon stabbed future Wyatt-"

"I know, Piper, believe me, I'm on his side."

"It was self-defense," she said.

"Was it?"

"Of course," Piper said, but Leo had directed that question at Chris. As if waiting for the answer himself, little Wyatt, his head leaning on Leo's shoulder, watched Chris.

"We can't help him if we don't know the truth," Leo said.

Chris found it easier to swirl his spoon through the last bits of his soup a few times, rather than meet their eyes as he answered. "We had Gideon trapped. Wyatt, little Wyatt, was already rescued. But ..." He shook his head. "I'm sorry."

"Wyatt killed Gideon anyway."

"Yes."

Chris dropped the spoon back in the bowl as Piper shook her head and walked to the stove. Her hands looked shaky as she removed the soup pot from the burner, flicked off the heat, and then took Chris's dishes and put them in the dishwasher. He watched her until Leo spoke.

"You told us you came to the past to keep some evil from hurting Wyatt."

"Yeah."

"But from what Phoebe said, that isn't the whole story."

Chris sighed. Well, he had told her to talk. "What did she tell you?"

"She told us the future she saw was pretty bad."

Chris snorted at the understatement.

Piper returned to the conversation. "Phoebe said she was worried about some of the things Wyatt had done here."

"Yeah, I've been worried, too. The future's bad enough, and then I have to worry about him being here these past months, doing who knows what, right under your noses."

"And he said the same thing about you when he first got here," Piper said, managing a wry smile.

"And you believed him."

"Actually, not at first but..."

"He didn't give us reason not to trust him," Leo said.

Somehow Chris doubted that - he had experienced his parents' blindness when it came to Wyatt before.

"You never gave us any reason not to trust him," Piper said. "It's time you tell us the truth. What you really came back to change."

Maybe Phoebe hadn't told them everything - maybe she had just implied, and left this full confession to Chris. He looked between his parents and came out with it: "The evil from the future I came back to stop wasn't a demon. It was Wyatt. He took over, terrorized people. Killed ... not just demons."

Little Wyatt was squirming now, and Leo let him back down. Crawling, he bypassed the teddy bear and truck to get to a low shelf, where he began pulling out a collection of old pots and pans. They were probably there for his entertainment, since Piper made no move to intervene. She was focused on Chris.

"Sweetie," she said, "you should have told us."

You wouldn't have helped me if I'd told you, Chris thought. But the words he spoke aloud were also true: "I didn't want to get you involved. I was trying to protect you."

"Chris, we're your parents," Leo said. "We're supposed to protect you, not the other way around."

So much Chris could say to that, about how he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt "protected" by Leo, about how he had lost Mom's protection with her death on his fourteenth birthday, about how he'd been left to make these choices on his own. It was only Piper's presence that made him bite back a sarcastic retort.

Instead, he changed the subject. "So, uh, all the time Wyatt was here, was he staying with you?"

"No," Piper said, "he was at this hotel, not in the best neighborhood-"

"The Hotel Averno," Chris guessed.

"You know the place?"

"Yeah, and, believe me, if he collected anything magically useful, you don't want his stuff left behind for management to claim. That'd be nothing but trouble. I'll go get whatever's there."

"I'll come with you," Leo said.

"Uh, that's okay, I can manage it." Yes, Wyatt's stuff had to be dealt with, but this was also a plan of temporary escape. That wouldn't work with Leo along.

"How exactly are you going to get in?" Piper asked. "We don't know what room he was staying in. Do you?"

Chris sighed. No, it hadn't seemed really important yesterday to ask Wyatt for his room number.

"I can glamour to look like him," Leo said, looking like he was steeling himself at the prospect already. "Maybe I can pick up the key at the reception desk - seems like the kind of place that would still have old keys with the room number on it, right?"

"Yeah," Chris admitted. "Even in the future. Not exactly high-tech, or any tech. And if I remember right, they actually magically force you to leave the key behind at reception. Too many lost keys with vanquishings."

"So, let's try it," Leo said.

Glamouring was another one of those Whitelighter abilities Chris had never mastered, and Leo evidently knew it. Chris was stuck, short of backing out altogether - but he wanted to see for himself what Wyatt had left behind.

Not to mention, his mother was in the windup for one of her patented death glares. She had many years to come of trying to broker peace between father and younger son, and she was getting a jump on it. Chris wasn't going to get out of this.

"Fine," he said.

Piper gave a short nod of approval. Death glare averted.

Leo said to Chris, "Ready?"

"Uh, if you want to fool anyone, you'd better do the glamour here."

All three jumped as little Wyatt dropped a cookie sheet and laughed at the clatter and the attention it had earned. Piper's attention especially - now that she had her eyes on him, she kept them there, with her back to Leo. He seemed to understand - she didn't want to watch this - and he took a few paces away before he closed his eyes and transformed himself.

Chris took an involuntary step back from "Wyatt," suddenly appearing in the kitchen. Then, with a wordless look between them, Chris and Leo orbed away to that not-the-best neighborhood, finding an alleyway that was a short walk to the Averno.

Chris had been barely fifteen the first time he had been to the hotel. He had gone to meet up with Wyatt, who had wanted to get away from the Manor to keep his doings secret from Leo and the aunts - something about vanquishing a band of demons, back when Wyatt still vanquished demons. He only let Chris in on it because he needed him to bring the Book of Shadows to the Averno. He said Chris would have an easier time sneaking it out of the house. They had sat in one of the Averno's cramped, dingy rooms and pored through the Book, but eventually Wyatt went off and did whatever needed to be done all by himself. Chris brought the Book home undetected.

Maybe Wyatt hadn't vanquished those demons. Chris wasn't going to make that assumption anymore.

Since then, Chris had been to the hotel off and on. Never as a resident, but it had been a place to meet demon contacts. He'd been there only once in this time, though, when he had tracked down Gith - who had ended up vanquished, of course. Remembering that as he lingered behind Leo in the lobby, Chris wondered if he was imagining the clerk's suspicious glance thrown his way.

It was something to think about other than how disturbing it was to watch "Wyatt" walking around a day after Chris had watched him die. Chris hoped the clerk didn't know Wyatt too well, because Leo was making a pretty miserable attempt at impersonating him. Cradling a cardboard box, Leo spoke too mildly, his posture too hesitant, the father's underlying grief too evident in his expression.

But the clerk, with a grumpy growl that sort of approached words, pulled the key down from a hook labeled 819 and handed it over. Chris and Leo headed upstairs, taking the creaky, moldy elevator. Even when they were out of eyeshot, neither suggested orbing to the room. They rode up to the eighth floor in silence. Chris looked above, watching the floors light up, one after the other, while Leo leaned against the wall, his head bowed, Wyatt's long hair falling in his face.

Leo only dropped the glamour after he had turned the old key in the lock, let himself and Chris into Room 819, and secured the door behind them. Chris never thought he'd be so relieved to see his father's face.

The Averno's rooms were even smaller than Chris had remembered. The spartan room was mostly neat - with the exception of the bed. It was made, but the ratty bedspread was scattered with papers and books.

Leo, arms around his empty cardboard box, had halted in the middle of the room. Chris moved past him to a dresser with particle board showing through chipped laminate and pulled a drawer open. He found clothes, a melange of the sort of dark things Wyatt always wore, plus light shades that Chris couldn't even picture him wearing.

"Should we take everything?" Chris asked.

Snapping out of his trance, Leo said, "Like you said, definitely anything magical. Personal items... Most of the clothes were mine, left behind at the Manor, though he seemed to be finding things that were more his style."

Leo set his box down on a metal-framed chair with a cracked vinyl cushion and dropped the room key on top of the dresser. He grabbed a duffel bag that sat on the floor in a corner, and began to drop the clothes into it. Chris moved to the bed. Placed in front of the only free spot - just enough room to sit - was an ancient, crumbling book open for reading. A familiar small notebook sat on top, a pen tucked into its pages.

Taking the bed's open seat, Chris picked up the notebook and flipped through it, seeing his own handwriting and, in later pages, Wyatt's. "This is mine."

"And Wyatt said this was his."

Chris looked up to see Leo, with a faint smile, holding out a pendant dangling by a chain.

He sounded almost sheepish. "When your brother first arrived, the first thing he wanted to do was to figure out what you'd been up to - he started by going through your things at P3. I took him there. Sorry."

"Just like when we were kids, getting into my stuff."

Chris marveled at how within less than twenty-four hours Leo had slipped into parental mode, raising his eyebrows and asking with a hint of scolding: "Does it belong to him?"

Chris took the necklace and dangled it. "Well ... yeah. It's Wyatt's, and I stole it from him, okay? It was just a cheap little thing, a present from ... it doesn't matter."

From the only cousin who had loved Wyatt to the end - her own end, just before her twelfth birthday. At least Phoebe hadn't lived to endure that.

Chris continued, "I was surprised he still had it. But it was a personal possession that he wouldn't miss, and I had, um, someone steal it because..."

"Because it would work for scrying."

"Yes." Chris returned it to Leo, who placed it gently in the bottom of the box.

Chris flipped his notebook open to the pen. Wyatt had scribbled something about an athame ... Chris compared it to the yellowed pages of the tome spread out on the bed.

And there it was. A drawing of an athame, and Chris had only seen Gideon's weapon from a distance, but he was sure he was looking at it right now.

"Wyatt had figured it out," Chris said, almost to himself.

"What did you find?" Leo asked, stopping in his emptying of dresser drawers.

"It's why he came looking for little Wyatt yesterday. He was reading up on Gideon's athame, and ..." Referring to Wyatt's scribbled notes rather than the archaic text, Chris said, "Created to attack Whitelighters. Creates wounds that can't be healed. But to activate the darkest magic, you needed a blessing."

Chris returned to the book, and touched the text next to the drawing of the athame. He knew better than to recite any spell aloud, and Leo leaned over to join him in reading silently:

Wanton powers in this blade, yield,

Penetrate that which would shield.

"The athame could break a shield," Chris said. "That's how he knew Gideon was targeting little Wyatt. He tried to tell us, but Phoebe and I ... we distracted him, and then Gideon showed up. Gideon got Wyatt himself to find this? Why? Some kind of sick thrill?"

"Gideon didn't know who Wyatt really was, didn't know he was from the future, even. And I ... I was the one who ..."

Leo suddenly looked like he might collapse and, more alarmingly, blue sparks were dancing between his fingers like miniature lightning. Chris jumped up and grabbed the chair, letting the box, still empty but for the necklace, fall to the floor. He placed the seat behind Leo.

"Okay, Dad? Dad, sit. Sit down. This room is too small for that. All you'll end up doing is blasting me into the next room."

Leo let himself be half-helped, half-pushed into the chair, and the sparks died out. In a choked voice, he said, "Gideon sent me to talk to Wyatt about helping him. I delivered him right into Gideon's hands."

"Which just means that Gideon was even more a bastard for involving you. What I don't get is why Wyatt worked for Gideon in the first place."

His fists clenched, Leo took several deep breaths before he gained control enough to speak almost calmly. "Wyatt agreed because he said he needed access to Magic School in this time. He didn't tell me why."

The idea of Wyatt having unfettered access to Magic School was worrisome, but it was not the best time to quiz Leo on what damage Wyatt might have done there.

"Whatever it was, it had to be damn important," Chris just said. "I mean, he hated Gideon. Always did. Everyone just figured, well, of course he'd clash with an Elder who kept such a close eye on him, but now..."

"Maybe some part of him remembered."

"Some part of him, yeah. Yesterday..."

"Yesterday?"

"When we were down in the Underworld, Wyatt told me that things were coming back to him. How Gideon had him down there for weeks, all the while trying to kill him, before he was finally rescued."

"Weeks..." Leo muttered.

"Listen," Chris said. "You just sit. I'll finish here. Starting with this-" Chris waved his hand and sent all the books and papers on the bed away in a cloud of orb lights. He aimed for the floor of the Manor's attic. "I'll sort through that later."

While Leo sat lost in his thoughts, Chris picked up the box and retrieved the necklace that had fallen out of it. He quickly finished the job of clearing out all the important stuff. Everything fit in the duffel bag and cardboard box with room to spare. All that was left behind were various toiletries and a few kitchen implements - some disposable plates and utensils, a hotplate, and a battered old pot that by the smell of it, had been used for potion-making. No harm in leaving behind those last bits of Wyatt's life to management, along with the room key abandoned on top of the dresser.

Leo roused himself and picked up the box. Chris was about to orb out with the duffel bag, but paused when Leo spoke.

"Maybe your mother is right."

"About what?"

"That we've changed this. That the future will be different."

"Uh, maybe." Chris didn't feel like discussing it right now, in this room, Wyatt's effects a weight on his shoulder. "Come on, Leo, let's go."

When they returned, Phoebe was home already - she had banged out a column in record time, handed it in, and fled. "No idea if it was anything Elise will want to run," Phoebe said, "but it's done."

Not long after, Paige and Darryl arrived to provide some more clues - and another shock for Leo.

"Sigmund was in on it," Paige said.

"It took hardly any pressure, and the guy caved," Darryl added. "A real bad case of guilty conscience. Though I'm not sure he's guilty of more than conspiracy - listening to his boss plan a murder and keeping his mouth shut about it."

Chris hung back in the entryway to the sunroom as Leo, Piper and Phoebe listened to Paige continue the explanation of what she and Darryl had discovered.

"That athame Gideon used - Sigmund's the one who brought it to his attention," she said. "Gideon had convinced him that Wyatt was too great a threat, too powerful, and here in a book Sigmund finds evidence of an athame that can break through a shield. Sigmund believes Gideon, wants to help, so he tells him. But as far as either of them knew, the athame was lost to history. I don't think Sigmund really expected Gideon to get his hands on it."

"He probably started getting cold feet once it looked like the thing might actually get used," Darryl said. "And now that it's over, he's spilling it all."

"That is, he's spilling it to the Elders as we speak. They took him away."

"And that is the end of my adventures in Magic Schools and other realms, thank God," Darryl declared, just as his cell phone started ringing. He took a look at it and said, "Sorry, I've got to get back to police work in the real world."

"Thank you for lending a hand, Darryl," Piper said. Wyatt was napping, and the baby monitor had been clutched in her hand, volume turned fully up, ever since she had come downstairs.

"Of course. I hope it helped."

Chris stepped aside to let Paige see Darryl out, and for the first time since coming from Magic School, Darryl acknowledged Chris's presence.

"So he's back?" Darryl asked Paige. "Didn't you say you had found out that you'd been wrong about him? That he was evil or something?"

Paige narrowed her eyes at Chris before she answered Darryl. "Yeah, I don't know the whole story yet myself, but I guess we were wrong about being wrong about him. It's been that kind of day."

After Darryl left, Paige grabbed Chris's arm and pulled him into the sunroom, saying, "Okay, back in here." She didn't let go of him as she said, "Of course, Leo, the Elders are still expecting you to come back, and bringing along" - she raised Chris's arm so that he felt like a kid admitting to breaking a lamp - "my nephew."

Before Chris could think of what to say to that, Leo said, "He doesn't have to go up right this instant - or ever, if he doesn't want to."

"Hey, I'm just the messenger here." She dropped Chris's arm and flopped down in an armchair. "And I'm just about done with dealing with Elders myself." She aded to Leo, "Present company excepted."

Leo shook his head. "I'm not one of them anymore."

"You can just stop being one of them?" Piper asked.

"I stopped being one of them the minute Gideon targeted my son. And then there's Sigmund, and everyone else who agreed with Gideon..." Leo shook his head. "But I've been thinking about what we found in Wyatt's room, the research about the athame."

"Yeah," Chris said, stepping away from the others, ready to orb upstairs. "I've got to go deal with that stuff before I talk to the Elders."

"I've also been thinking about what you told me, Chris. You said Wyatt remembered being captive for weeks.

"At least."

"And knowing that, now I'm more sure than ever - the evil you said was after Wyatt, it had to be Gideon."

"I don't know," Chris said. "Yesterday I thought - maybe? But if Gideon was so afraid of Wyatt, why would he want to turn him evil?"

"I don't think he did intentionally. I think Gideon tried to kill Wyatt in your future - only just like in this time, he found out that Wyatt can protect himself. So he probably had to get him away so he could figure out how to do it. And then, like Wyatt remembered, weeks, maybe even months, constantly fending off Gideon's attacks."

"But the timing isn't right. It was supposed to have happened before I was born, but from what little I knew - because whatever happened, you guys never talked about it, not to me - I thought it would be closer to my birthday."

"That may have been true before Wyatt came here. But think about it: If Wyatt hadn't helped him, it might have taken Gideon months to find that athame on his own."

Phoebe was nodding. "So he would have made his move months later."

"But because of Wyatt, because of you, Chris, that has changed. Gideon moved early, and this Wyatt" - Leo pointed to the little one on the floor - "was rescued in hardly more than an hour. Think about that. You did it."

Too many what-ifs, not enough certainty, as far as Chris was concerned.

"I gave up on it," he said. "Wyatt sent Bianca to drag me back, and nothing in the future had changed. No, it was worse. Everything I saw - Phoebe, you saw it, too. That was the whole reason I asked for Phoebe's help, to help Wyatt as he was, the brother I got, and it blew up in our faces."

"Chris," Phoebe said, "one thing I learned in my meditation was that there was still a chance. Yes, I'd go along with your plan B, but there was still a chance to change that future."

"Maybe it was Gideon all along, but you're guessing. What if it wasn't enough? What if the evil's still out there?"

"Then we will find it and stop it," Piper said. "Your future is not going to turn out this way. Not this time."

"And you're just going to take that on faith?"

"Well, short of Phoebe getting a premonition, we kind of have to."

"No, we don't." He said it with such force that his parents and aunts just stared at him. "Don't you get it?"

"Get what?" Paige asked for all of them.

With a heavy sigh, Chris rubbed his forehead and then admitted the truth. "Before I ... left, I was going to ask you to bind Wyatt's powers. I was trying to think of a way to convince you. I wasn't getting anywhere figuring out how Wyatt had been turned, who was responsible, let alone how to stop it, and I was running out of time. Always running out of time. But binding his powers? Nobody would ever be after him, and he couldn't hurt anyone else. Not magically, at least. So, what the Elders want to do..."

"Is what you want?" Piper asked.

"Yes. No. I didn't want it. I just couldn't see any other way, at least no other way that would be so sure to work. I can't tell the Elders they have no reason to be afraid. I can't tell them Wyatt can have his full powers and everything will be just fine. So what am I supposed to say to them?"