"Where am I?" questioned the man. "How did I get here?"
"Oh, boy," said Phoebe.
The man turned and looked at the sisters and Leo. He appeared to be about thirty years old with blonde hair. He looked at them with a perplexed look on his face.
"Who are you?" he asked. "How did I get here and why is it dark out?"
"Hi," said Prue, "my name is Prue and these are my sisters, Piper and Phoebe. That's Leo. You're at our home on Prescott Street. As for how you got here, that might take some explaining."
"Phoebe?" questioned Piper.
"What?" asked Phoebe. "Don't look at me. It should have worked."
"Prescott Street?" questioned the man. There's no Prescott Street in Salado."
"Salado?" asked Leo.
"Salado, Texas," said the man. "That's where I live."
"Texas?" exclaimed Prue. "Oh boy. Okay, uh, well, you're in San Francisco."
"San Francisco?" questioned the man. "As in California?"
"Yeah," said Prue. "I know this must seem very strange to you. What's your name?"
"Jeffrey," said the man. "Jeffrey Talisman."
"Well, Jeffrey," said Prue, "there's a very logical explanation for this. Although it might not sound so logical until we explain it."
"A logical explanation that doesn't sound logical?" questioned Jeffrey.
"Yeah," said Piper. "I guess it kind of depends on how open minded you are."
"Open minded?" asked Jeffrey. "As in willing to accept something most people don't believe in?"
"Yes, exactly," said Phoebe. "You know, like bigfoot, the Loch Ness monster, magic."
"Oh," said Jeffrey, recognition in his voice. "Now I understand. One of you must be a witch."
"All of us, actually," said Piper, puzzled at his response.
"All three of you?" questioned Jeffrey. "Three sisters, all witches. You must be the Charmed Ones." He looked at Leo. "Which means you're probably a White Lighter, right?"
"Right on the money," said Prue, her forehead furrowed in confusion.
"And you brought me here using a spell," said Jeffrey. "Okay, that makes sense. But why is it dark out?"
"It's almost eight o'clock at night," said Piper.
"What day?" asked Jeffrey.
"Tuesday," replied Leo.
"Okay, now I understand," said Jeffrey. "When you grabbed me, it was about seven-thirty Monday morning. I seemed to have lost a day and a half."
"Okay, hold on a second," said Prue, coming out of her confusion. "Let's back up just a bit here. You know who and what we are. You know what Leo is. And none of this seems surprising to you. Are you a witch, too?"
"No, I'm not," said Jeffrey. "I'm an antique dealer. I own a small shop in Salado called 'Ancient Designs'. I don't get rich, but I make a decent living."
"A talisman of ancient design from the past," said Piper, looking at Phoebe.
"Don't blame me," said Phoebe. "How could I have known?"
"So," said Prue, "if you're not a witch, how do you know so much about us? Your response isn't exactly what we're used to. We aren't exactly listed in Who's Who in America."
"Well, I'm not a witch," said Jeffrey, "but my . . . father was. As I'm sure you're aware, it is usually passed down through the female side of the family. So I didn't inherit his legacy. But he taught me a lot about the Craft."
"This doesn't help us," said Leo to the sisters. "Unless Jeffrey happens to have an ancient talisman on him."
"Is that what this is about?" asked Jeffrey. "You were trying to summon an ancient talisman?"
"Yes," said Piper, "only we got you instead. Which means we not only have a demon to fight, but we have an innocent to protect as well."
"Which complicates our problems even more," said Prue. "Considering the demon that's after us."