"I have to go!" he shouted triumphantly as he made his way to the door, Matthew hurriedly jumped up and grabbed Wesley's shirt, pulling him back to the chair.

"You're not going anywhere," Matthew said. "Now why do you have to go?"

"Leave me alone, Matt," Wesley said quickly. "I need to go find Stephanie so I can ask her out."

"Why is that so important all of a sudden?" Matthew asked.

"I just found out the best way to refocus my life," Wesley said, speaking as if he had discovered life's greatest secrets. "I can't believe I never thought about it before! I can't explain it to you. Well, I could, but I don't know if you'd be able to understand it."

"What do you mean 'refocus your life?'" Matthew asked. "Are you okay?"

"Get out of my way!" Wesley said, jumping back to his feet. "I'll let you know how things work out."

Wesley was too quick for Matthew this time; he ran out of the room at top speed, leaving Matthew to sit there and wonder what was happening. He walked across the hall into James' room to find him throwing balls of paper onto the floor from his desk.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I decided to take matters into my own hands," James said. "I'm trying to write a spell to put a little focus in Wesley's life so that he can help us instead of trying to ditch us all the time."

"How many of those spells have you actually cast?" Matthew asked warily, slightly scared to hear the answer.

"I don't know," James said. "None of them seem to work."

"Wrong," Matthew said, snatching the pen from James' hand. "They all worked! But because you said so many, he's super-focused! And it's not on magic. He's obsessed with some girl named Stephanie. So way to go, Jimmy! Way to destroy yet another chance for me to finish my paper!"

"First of all," James said, "don't try to blame me for your paper troubles. Second of all, who's Stephanie?"

"Hell if I know," Matthew said. "Wait! I think it was the girl we saved from the demon a while back. Remember?"

"Oh, yeah," James said. "She was pretty hot, wasn't she?"

"I know," Matthew replied. "I can see...wait a minute! We need to snap Wesley out of whatever he's in! His extreme sense of focus might be trouble."

"What?" James asked hastily. "More trouble than he's already causing us? Maybe this spell...or series of spells...is what we needed to bring him back to his senses. Maybe if he finds a little focus, he can see the bigger picture here."

"Remind me of what that picture is again?" Matthew asked.

"You know," James said, "to bring Wesley back here so that we can all just...be here...together. It's a lot easier to fight demons and stuff that way, too."

"Did you not hear a word I said the other day?" Matthew asked, shaking his head. "Let me start again. I..."

Matthew's words were cut short by a strange feeling that overcame him. He felt a chill rush through his spine as something seemed to knock the wind out of him. His eyes were forced shut, but instead of seeing darkness, he saw images, many images, racing through his mind. A swarthy looking man killing a woman's two children...the same man and another woman's parents being killed right in front of her face...the same man now looking at Matthew and his body being consumed by flames... A sharp pain brought Matthew back to reality. He frantically checked his body for signs of burns, but found none. What had happened, he thought to himself. Had he just had a premonition?

"You okay?" James asked. "You kinda dazed out for a minute."

"No, I'm not," Matthew said. "I think I just had a vision or premonition or something."

"You don't get those," James said. "Are you sure?"

"Well," Matthew said, trying to think of something sarcastic to say, "I can't even think of anything sarcastic to say to that. Yes, I'm sure! I saw some shady looking man kill some woman's two kids. Then it switched to the same man killing another woman's two parents. Then the man looked at me and I was on fire and then I was back here."

"Interesting," James said. "What could you make of the whole thing?"

"That unless something happens," Matthew sighed, "I'm gonna die."

Lina waited patiently in her chamber for Krasney to arrive. With everything in place, she would be able to get rid of all three of the Complete in one night, completing her mission in less time than she thought. This was almost too easy to her. She had been doing this for years. She thought that the three most powerful witches in history would at least provide some sort of challenge for her, but apparently she was wrong. She mentally made preparations for her next move when Krasney appeared behind her.

"It's about time," she said breathily. "Enjoy yourself?"

"Always," Krasney said. "I've killed the witches you wanted me to kill. I still don't understand why you would allow me to have those powers. Why don't you want them for yourself?"

"You don't trust me?" Lina asked, pouting as she turned to face Krasney. "Do you think I'm setting you up?"

"Of course I do," Krasney replied. "I'm a demon. It's not my nature to trust anyone other than myself. Tell me what you have up your sleeve."

"The only thing up my sleeve," Lina said, "is this job. I'd like to get it over with as soon as possible. It's frankly starting to bore me. I thought that these witches would pose some sort of challenge, but I was wrong."

"That doesn't answer my question," Krasney said, frowning.

"Just keep with the plan," Lina said. "Now, go."

Krasney vanished from Lina's presence in a cloud of green smoke. Lina looked down at the plans that lay in front of her. There was a pile of papers that she had been writing on, but the topmost piece of paper was a picture of James, the oldest brother. She had swiped it from his room without him even knowing it. She couldn't explain it, but something inside her urged her to keep staring at the picture...

C'mon, Lina, you can do better than that! What is it exactly that she wants? I'm sure it's bound to be something unexpected (and I should know; I'm writing it!). Meanwhile, Jimmy's doing spells now? Why stop at one? Why not go the whole way and flood people with them!? Oh well. Coming up: Wesley is the first to go; Matthew wonders why he got a premonition in the first place...