-/Meanwhile\-

After Carolyn left, Mark followed his younger sisters downstairs to their room to talk. He sat down at the foot of Julianne's bed. She and Camille sat across from him, leaning against Cammie's bed.

Julie shivered. When they were in the attic, it had gotten dark outside. She hadn't noticed it until they went downstairs, but now it was starting to creep her out.

"Mark?" she asked timidly. "Do you think this really does have something to do with Mom?"

Mark sighed and crossed the room, so he was sitting between the twins. "I don't know." he answered carefully. He paused, then said, "I think it does."

Just then, Starr streaked across the room. Julie and Cammie jumped; they hadn't known the cat was in the room. Starr jumped onto the bookshelf. She knocked some books off, and they started to fall on Julie, Mark, and Cammie. All three siblings put their hands up instinctively. They all let out a gasp when the books stopped falling.

"OK, what the hell is that?" Camille asked, frightened.

Mark stood up. He put his hands around the books, feeling for wires, or strings, or anything to explain why the books hadn't landed on them. "They're frozen in mid-air." he said finally.

"We can see that." Cammie snapped, panicking.

Julie, the most reticent of the siblings, moved closer to Mark. "Make it stop." she pleaded.

"I don't know how." he told her.

"So what do we do?" she asked, her voice just as agitated as her sister's.

He sighed. "I think we need to go back to the Book of Shadows."

Julianne looked from her brother to her sister and back. She really didn't want to start toying with that thing again, but she was too tired and scared to argue. She sensed that Cammie felt the same way. Warily, they followed their brother back to the attic.

-/That Same Night\-

Greg had stayed in the attic with Khrys for a while after their cousins had left. After a few minutes, they both needed a distraction, so he took her to a nearby park. He pushed her on the swing, and although they were both thinking about the spell Mark had read, neither one said anything.

They were getting ready to go home when a strange man jumped them. He wasn't an ordinary theif or vandal. He disappeared from in front of Greg, and reappered behind Khrystalia. She screamed, and disappeared in a swirl of bright, white lights.

Greg watched his cousin reappear an instant later. The man who jumped them looked just as shocked as Greg and Khrys were. He blinked out, leaving behind an athame. Greg picked it up. When he touched it, everything went black. Then, he had a vision. He saw his mother and his aunts Piper and Paige, whom he could barely remember. Then he saw his mother and Aunt Piper with another young woman, who he thought must have been his Aunt Prue. His mind was suddenly filled with images of the four of them fighting men like the one who'd dropped this athame, as well as creatures he'd only seen in horror movies. He dropped the athame, shocked.

"Greg?" Krhys called out. Greg opened his eyes and saw that she was shaking. He picked her up and carried her to his car. "Where are we going?" she asked, her voice unsteady.

"Home." he replied. "We need to go back to the Book of Shadows."

"I thought you said that wasn't real. That magic wasn't real." she said.

"Khrys, you disappeared in a swirl of light. I think that disproves my theory, don't you?" he asked. He didn't tell her about his vision. He didn't want her to get any more scared than she was already, moreover, her didn't want to scare himself. The short drive back to the manor was silent, each of them lost in thought, hoping tonight had just been a bad dream.