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Chapter Six

Finally, at 9 pm that night, Chris headed up to bed. He was exhausted, but the thought of reading the mysterious journal thrilled him and kept him going on the proverbial midnight oil.

Chris ran up to his room, closing and locking the door telekinetically as he leapt into bed. He fished around under his mattress for a moment and found his flashlight, clicked it on, and turned off the lamp on his bedside table. Eagerly he opened the journal and began to thumb through it until he came to a very interesting entry…

April 24th, 2027

06:53 am

Today, Bianca and I will put the plan into action. I will go back in time to stop what he has become. It's the only solution. Everything else failed. It's my only choice.

Bianca doesn't want me to go, for obvious and understandable reasons. She's afraid I'm going to die back there. I keep trying to tell her I won't. I can't let myself die and rest in peace until I achieve what I'll be going back to do. I just hope I'll be able to lie to them. I don't know if I can. They're my own family.

Mom will be alive, and dad shouldn't be a dead-beat.

I just hope I can save Wyatt…

Chris was once again puzzled. He thought this Chris person was crazy!

Bianca… Something clicked in the back of Chris's mind. He had read about the Phoenix assassin witches in the book. There was a Bianca who was one of them. But to this Chris character… They sounded like they got along very well. He had never heard the name anywhere else, but they couldn't be the same person, could they?

And why did this journal mention Wyatt? And why did Wyatt need to be saved? Chris was extremely mystified.

Someone knocked at Chris's door. Hastily, he shoved the journal under his pillow along with his flashlight, clicked on his lamp, TK-unlocked the door, and called for whomever it was to come in.

Chris's dad, Leo, entered the room. He looked extremely serious, which worried Chris. His dad only looked like that when he was mad, like the time Chris broke his mom's favorite lamp or the time Chris knocked out Wyatt's tooth or the time…

"What's the matter, dad?" Chris asked innocently, although his voice was shaking slightly.

"Chris, were you in the attic today?" Leo asked as he sat on the edge of Chris's bed. Chris pulled the covers closer to himself and, trembling slightly, nodded.

"Yeah. Wyatt and I were playing hide and seek." Chris didn't feel so bad about admitting that. After all, they were playing hide and seek, so it wasn't like he was lying, right?

"Did you look in any of the boxes up there while you were up there?" Leo fixed his gaze on Chris. Chris stared right back, not breaking under the pressure as Wyatt would. Chris shook his head 'no' and inquired as to why Leo would wonder that. His father told him, "Because Wyatt told me you were in one of the boxes today."

"Nope," Chris denied smoothly. "He's probably mad because I'm such a good hider and wanted to get me into trouble."

Leo nodded, buying Chris's excuse. He bid Chris 'good night' and orbed off. Chris sighed, rolled over, and swore to get back at Wyatt for ratting him out.