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"Where am I?" A voice echoed on the breeze. 'Hello? Hello? Is anyone here?"

His voice reverberated off the walls he knew were there somewhere. The darkness enveloped him as he moved carefully through the abyss.

"What are you doing here stranger?" An angry voiced asked.

"Hello? Who are you? Where am I?" he asked again.

"I am no one and you are nowhere" was the blunt reply.

"How can that be?"

"You ask too many questions. You'll keep your tongue in your head if you know what's good for you." the voice warned. Clicking his fingers the room washed with light. A tall ethereal woman stood at the top of a stairwell looking down at the lost soul.

"Christopher Halliwell, you are here to see those you would not otherwise see. To witness that which has become. To find your proper ending. Yours was an unprecedented and unforseen act. The courage that you have shown, and the deeds that you have performed bring you here to me. To grant you your final wish." she raised her hand as he went to say something.

"Do not think to interrupt me." she waned. "Your final wish can not undo those acts that have been done, nor can they prevent future incidents from occurring."

Chris looked at her. "So what does that leave me with? And what does that mean? I have a wish to be granted? Are you a genie?" His mind was racing.

"I am not a genie. I am Alita, the keeper of time." She told him, motioning for him to walk the stairs towards her. "You needn't be afraid. I am here to help you deal with what has happened."

Chris stopped on the third step and looked up at her. "What did happen?" he asked, the memories still hazy.

Alita looked down kindly and held out her hand. "Come child, there is much to do." she told him, walking towards a small gardened terrace as she waited for Chris to join her.

Chris climbed the last stair and looked around. "Wow, this is the last thing I expected to see here." he said amazed at the sights. His eyes searching the abundant array exotic flowers and trees that surrounded him. "Where are we?" he asked her.

Alita smiled, sweeping her flowing dress out as she sat with a boneless grace. Watching him for a moment as he searched his surrounds, she patted the vacant seat next to her. "Please take a seat. We have much to discuss."

Chris made his way towards her, casually sitting down he stretched his legs out in front of him. "I know I shouldn't ask, but what is happening? I don't understand this." he said quietly.

Alita took his hand and clasped it tightly. "This is not a journey to be taken lightly." she warned him. "You will see some things that you would rather forget, some that you will relish and some things that did not happen in your time. Things that you will not be able to comprehend."

Chris looked at her still not comprehending.

"What was the last thing that you remember?" she asked him.

"The last thing?" he repeated. "Gideon. He stabbed me, he was trying to get to Wyatt and I tried to stop him. Wyatt is he okay?" Chris asked starting to panic.

Alita gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "I can tell you that your brother is fine. No harm befell him."

Chris breathed a sigh of relief. "I died didn't I?" he asked.

"Nothing is set in stone. You never know what may come." she said cryptically. "You however get to go and see pivotal points in the life that you led. It sounds a lot like that mortal tale - A Christmas Carol - I believe. There will be but one guide only." she said motioning behind him.

"Hello Chris." A fairly familiar voice said softly.

Chris turned his body and looked at the half hidden body, moving his head around he caught a glimpse of the man's face as he moved into the light. "Clarence?"

"Yes, it's me." Clarence said walking closer. "I told you once that yours was a special case."

Chris looked back at Alita, his eyes full of question. "It's okay Chris. Clarence has offered to be your guide. Now we just need to get Clyde here." Alita said rolling her eyes. "Clyde, get you ass down here." she said raising her voice so that the terrace began to shake. "Clyde, do not make me ask you twice you swine." she saw Chris looking at her and smiled.

"He only responds if someone makes him angry." Clarence pointed out.

A swirl of wind started to fly around them all, Chris covered his eyes as dust and dirt hit him. Alita stood, her hair and dress flying about as she moved to where the malevolent spirit came to a rest.

"How dare y…" Clyde started, stopping as he saw Alita. "My lady, how may I be of service?" he asked bowing slightly to her.

"Clyde, you always manage to surprise me." she said laughing slightly as he stood. "I need you to open the door to allow Chris and Clarence to go back a year or so I believe. To the day The Charmed One's first met him."

Clarence nodded, and looked over at Chris "Don't worry so much, it'll all be okay." he told him reassuringly.

Clyde nodded. "You know that I can only open the door, I can't guarantee a safe trip."

"Clyde, he won't be going back as a corporeal being. I have made sure of that, I need you to go with them, to open the doors when they call for you. This is important Clyde." Alita stressed.

Clyde wasn't happy about having to baby sit, but agreed by nodding his head. Clicking his fingers a door appeared beside him. "Ready?" he asked almost impatiently.

Alita looked over at Chris who was hesitant to move. "Chris. This way you will see what needs to be. When you get back you will have your answers. Then we will go from there."

Chris moved slowly, Clarence backing him up. "It's okay son." he said putting one hand on his shoulder as the door opened. Tentatively Chris put one foot through the portal, looking back at Alita as he went through, Clarence quickly following him through.

Clyde closed the door and looked at Alita. "I will keep an ear out for them." he said.

"Good, I have to go make a few arrangements." Alita said, disappearing in front of him. Clyde stared at the empty room and made a few sarcastic comments as he followed suit and left with a swirl of wind.