"Where are we?" Chris asked as he flipped his hair back, his eyes straining to focus in the darkened room.

"Just listen." Clarence said softly.

"How are we going to do this Leo?" Piper asked.

Chris looked around trying to find the voice in the darkness. He could hear the tears in her voice.

"Where is she?" Chris asked storming over to Clarence.

Taking Chris' shoulders Clarence slowly turned him around and pointed to the end of the room. Piper sat in a rocking chair, baby Chris in her arms, he couldn't have been more than a few weeks old. Piper's eyes were red, her cheeks stained with tears. Even from a few meter's away Chris could see that. He looked harder, sure that she was talking to Leo, but couldn't see him.

"Where's dad?" Chris asked, his brow furrowed as he turned back to Clarence.

"Leo isn't here Chris. He hardly ever is. He comes form time to time to check on Piper, Wyatt and yourself, to make sure that you're safe. But other than that he hunts down anyone, anything that he sees as a threat to his families safety." Clarence told his slowly.

Confusion crossed Chris' face again, disbelieving of what Clarence was telling him.

"But where is dad?" he asked again.

"Do you really want to see him?" Clarence asked. "He is a changed man, not the one that you knew, not the one that you changed. He is broken, a distorted version of who he once was."

"I don't care, I have to see him." he said turning back to look at Piper, as she cried clutching the small child to her breast.

Clarence clicked his fingers and they stood again on the Golden Gate Bridge. Chris looked around, thousands of cars passing underneath them as they watched.

"He's not here." Chris said impatiently, still searching the upper tier of the bridge.

At that moment Leo orbed in front of them, letting out a deafening scream. His scraggly appearance shocking. Oily, matted hair stuck to his forehead, dirt clinging to his face, fresh blood staining his tattered clothes. Chris' eyes widened as he stared at the man, breathing deeply as he tried to calm himself.

"Is that him?" Chris asked softly, tears brimming in his eyes. Turning to Clarence he stared at the old man. "Is that really him?"

"This is life after you. Leo became a wreck as I have already told you. Piper hasn't left the house in over a month. Phoebe has thrown herself into her work. And Paige, she tries to help as much as she can. All of them are holding on by a thread, no matter how hard they try to convince themselves that they are okay."

Chris swallowed hard, trying to push the lump forming in the back of his throat down.

"So what, I mean where to now?" he asked.

"There is one more stop." Clarence announced. "I think maybe you will know where we may be going."

"Something that hasn't happened?"

"That's correct. Are you ready?" Clarence asked softly.

Chris turned one more time to look at Leo, his body still reeling - his chest rising and falling rapidly as he breathed through his mouth and nose. As he watched this shadow of what his father once was he noticed the blood spots on his exposed skin. Turning quickly he stared at Clarence.

"Yes, he did."

Chris shook his head slowly and looked down, his father was a pacifist, he hated to think of him out there doing anything other than healing - taking life, no matter what kind was far from what the man he knew would do.

"Can we go now, please." Chris asked, unable to bear seeing Leo like this.

Clarence nodded and again clicked his fingers.

This time a tunnel appeared, white lights jumping out at them.

"Come on Chris." Clarence called holding his hand out towards him.

Slowly Chris walked towards him, the two of them walked through - the portal closing itself around them.

The woman holding Alita's arm let go and stared at her, unhurriedly she turned to the other's surrounding them. All of them obviously mystified.

"Alita, of what do you speak? We have not heard, nor seen this." she said.

"I told you that you that I looked to the future myself." shaking her head she looked around at all the faces. Some old, some young, all of them ageless - the same since the beginning of time.

"We have all heard the prophecies of the Halliwell/Warren line. The Power of Three. The Twice Blessed Child. Other lesser ones generally unknown by the general magic folk. Their entire line was foretold whether you spoke of it or not, you knew who each one was. You yourselves have seen the lines entire existence, some of you have looked to the future. You saw only the first son of Piper Halliwell and told others who he was to be. Did you not look further, past his arrival, past his brothers. Christopher Halliwell is destined to know the greatest love the world has ever seen. And it shall produce a child more powerful then any of the prophesised ones, including The Charmed Ones. The child is meant to be the ultimate source of good, meant to balance the world in it's darkest of hours. This is Christopher's destiny, can't you see that without him we are all at a loss." she asked as she placed a Ronyx crystal in the centre of the room.

Passing her hand over it as she stepped back, carefully she watched the faces of the Unknown One's as they watched the images she had seen. As the images waned they looked to her, their faces filled with a mix of wonderment and disbelief.

"You have seen it for yourself. I will do what I feel is best - do not try to fight me." she said as she turned her backs on them, walking towards the exit, her being dissipating in front of them.