Chapter 4

Piper and Leo drank the potions and clasped hands as Piper, Phoebe and Paige recited the spell together out loud:
We call upon the power of three

To help Piper and Leo see

The fear and pain from which their son hides

So they may ultimately be his guides

Piper and Leo closed their eyes. When they opened them, they found themselves to be transparent and standing in the manor foyer.

It was obvious from the scene they saw that a demonic attack had recently occurred in the manor. Piper gasped when she and Leo spotted the lifeless bodies of her sisters on the floor. Both were face down. There was a pool of blood around their heads, their hair soaked in it. They had both been thrown against the same wall from which their sister Prue had met her death. Phoebe and Paige had died instantly from the sheer impact of the violent force.

Piper wanted to go to her sisters, but she couldn't. She was frozen in place. She turned around to see what she was supposed to see.

Chris was standing in the doorway, staring at the same sight in shock. He was fourteen years old but didn't look much different than he did as an adult.

"Mom!" Chris cried out through the hall, tears running down his cheeks, saying a silent prayer that she had survived whatever had killed his aunts. "Mom!"

He started running towards the kitchen when Leo's future self emerged. He looked wrecked, his face red and stained with tears. His clothes were splattered with blood.

He caught his younger son as Chris charged in his direction, stopping him from entering the kitchen.

"Chris, I don't think you should go in there," Leo said, trying to stay strong for his son's sake while holding him back.

Chris was struggling, begging his father, "Dad, please tell me she's okay."

Leo shook his head sadly.

Chris broke free from his father and rushed into the kitchen. Leo followed his son into the kitchen.

Piper and Leo went where Chris did, witnessing everything he saw.

Chris entered the kitchen and immediately broke down when he spotted his mother's lifeless body on the floor covered in blood. An athame wound in her stomach had been the cause of death.

Chris sat on the floor next to his mother's body, pleading for her to wake up. Whimpering with the voice of a small boy, he begged, "Mom, please wake up…Mom….please…."

Leo pulled his son away from his mother's body. "Chris…"

"Heal her, Dad!" Chris demanded of his father. "Please! Please heal her!"

"Chris, I'm sorry, by the time I got here, it was too late…"
Chris sank back down on the floor, sobbing. Begging.

"Please, Dad…"

Leo knelt down at Chris side, trying to stay strong for him. "I'm sorry, Chris. I'm so sorry…"

Piper and Leo stood by, observing. Piper found herself feeling helpless, her sadness more for her son than for herself.

And then the scene dissipated.