Chris will help us. He'll make everything right again, just like the time Livvy got stuck in the tree and he climbed up there and orbed back to the ground. He never told Mommy about that, it was our secret.
Cecelia's making the potions right now, and Livvy is practicing throwing her daggers, I'm more partial to hand-to-hand combat myself. I think our penchant for violence used to freak Aunt Phoebe out, Mommy would just laugh and say something about having her and Dad's blood running through our veins.
Cecelia is lot like Aunt Phoebe, she's a passive person- well unless you pull off all the heads of her Barbie's and prop them up on pencils and put them back in her pencil holder. What can I say? Livvy and I were pretty twisted.
Livvy is like Mommy, a fiery temper that you really don't want to mess with, unless you choose suicide by way of exploding light balls.
"Ollie? It's time to go." Cecelia looked ready, calm.
"Well I always wanted to take a vacation, who knew it would be back to 2004?" I could read my twin like a book, she was scared. I grabbed her in a hug and she slipped her head under my chin, sometimes it was worth being taller. She buried her head deep into my chest and I took Celia in my other arm, standing over both of them protectively. I was a year younger than Celia but I still protected her. Chris trusted me; there was no way in hell I would let him down.
"Mommy is going to be there." Livvy whispered quietly.
"And Aunt Phoebe, Uncle Jason, Aunt Piper, and Dad." I told them tightening my grip as my eyes filled with the sting of tears.
"What if they don't like us?" Celia whispered fearfully.
"We'll still have Chris, he can help." I said with conviction. I let them go gently and began the incantation. The chalk outline began to glow blue and I took each of their hands protectively, with that we stepped through the portal.
Chris would make things right, he would make things better. He always did. He was Chris after all.