Leo looked around the neighbourhood he had orbed into. This was a part of town he'd never been to, and would be happy if he never returned to. There were burnt out cars and debris from damaged buildings on the streets all around him. People were sleeping down alleys, on seats, even just on the sidewalk. Some of them stopped what they were doing and stared at him, he could see the look of hopelessness on their faces and it haunted him. He knew he had deliberately turned a blind eye to what he was witnessing by living wrapped up in a cocoon carefully constructed by Wyatt, because he had never wanted to face the reality of what Wyatt had caused. That was not today's problem, however, he was here to find Chris and that was what he was going to do.

He looked at all the buildings around him and located the one that matched the address Victor had given him, and orbed into one of the corridors. Sure enough, there were people lying in there as well. He stepped over maybe thirty people before he arrived at the numbered door he was looking for. He lifted his hand to knock, then hesitated, deciding instead to orb directly into the apartment. He rematerialised in the small one room apartment, ready to face Chris or follow him if that were necessary, but Chris wasn't there. He looked around and couldn't believe his son was living this way. The room was incredibly small, just a mattress on the floor, some drawers, a sink, and a toilet and shower. The whole room was about the size the office had been at P3. He was suddenly overcome with sadness. How did things turn out this way? It wasn't as if he hadn't been warned. Chris had come from the future and told him that Wyatt would be evil, Piper would die when he was fourteen, and that he would grow up neglecting Chris. He had promised Chris on his deathbed, after Gideon had stabbed him, that he wouldn't give up. Promised him that the future would be different, yet here he was, everything exactly as Chris had described. His train of thought was suddenly broken as he heard someone orbing into the apartment. To Leo's surprise it was Chris and Bianca, and they were kissing. He couldn't believe those two had hooked up again. It seems that nothing had changed at all from Chris' original timeline. He had to be careful not to appear to recognise Bianca.

"Chris," Leo called as calmly as he could.

Chris, whose mind had been elsewhere, was so startled he instinctively moved his hand in the direction of Leo, sending him flying telekinetically into the wall behind him. When realising who he'd just thrown across the room, Chris didn't offer to help him, he just looked very annoyed

"You'd better go." He said to Bianca, while his Dad was trying to recover.

She shimmered out.

"How dare you break into my home!" Chris yelled angrily.

Leo, still struggling to get up from the floor, started to explain, "Chris, I know…"

"Get out of here. I don't have anything to say to you." Chris said firmly, not taking his eyes off his now standing Father.

"Chris, I just wanted to check that you were okay," Leo said very quickly, hoping that Chris wouldn't cut him off again.

Chris laughed, a little too loud. "That's very funny Dad. No really, it's hysterical. Now you've had your little joke, go running back to Wyatt and leave me alone."

"I'm not leaving until you hear me out, Chris. And if you orb I'll either stop you or follow you until you have listened to me. You know I can do that." Leo said calmly trying to reason with him.

"Grandpa says, hi." Leo added.

"What's Grandpa got to do with this, he's okay isn't he?" Chris asked, suddenly concerned.

"He's fine. He gave me your address." Leo explained.

Leo read Chris' thoughts, "Don't blame your Grandfather, I would have tracked you down anyway, it just would have taken longer. He told me because he cares about you."

"You don't have to tell me that," Chris said bitterly.

Now resigned to the fact that he would have to listen to what his Father had come here to say, Chris said, "Okay, fine, tell me. I'm listening. Then get the hell out of my life."

With every word Chris was saying, Leo could feel a little bit more of his soul die. Not because of what Chris was actually saying, but because he knew he deserved every ounce of bitterness Chris was throwing at him, and that hurt him more than anything Chris could say.

"I've been having these dreams, or nightmares really," Leo started to explain.

Chris listened in silence and with obvious disinterest.

Leo battled on, "Anyway, these dreams have something to do with you, I'm not sure how. It's as if someone's trying to send me a message, but it's all mixed up. I've never experienced anything like it before and it's happened every night this week. Last night's was the strongest and I know you were part of it. I can't shake the feeling that something bad is going to happen, or something is very wrong. It's just difficult to explain."

"You done?" Chris asked.

"Chris, please, I'm really worried about this. I need you to tell me that you're okay. That you're not planning to do anything stupid." Leo begged him.

Chris lost his patience.

"Dad, are you blind? Look around you. Look at how I live, where I live. Look at the state of this city, at the world. Wyatt has done this, my own brother has done all of this, and you helped him. People are dying every day because of him, and you don't seem to care. How can you ask me seriously if everything is okay? No, everything is not okay. I hate my life, I hate Wyatt and I hate you. The one thing I'm grateful for is that Mum is not here to see what Wyatt has become, and how you helped him."

Leo felt like he'd been punched in the stomach with what Chris was saying.

"It's a lot more complicated than you know, and your Mother understood that." Leo said in his defence.

"It doesn't change how I feel, now if you've finished, please leave. And don't bother ever coming back. You'll never be able to make up for a lifetime of no shows and apology letters, so don't even try. I don't know you at all, and you certainly don't know me. And I want it to stay that way."

Leo could see he was fighting a losing battle. "Okay, I'm going, but please remember what I said about the dreams and if you can think of anything that might be connected, let your Grandfather know. He'll tell me."

Chris didn't answer.

Leo said, "I'm sorry," before orbing out.

Chris was only alone for a few seconds before Bianca shimmered in.

"You, okay, baby?" She asked him.

Chris didn't answer her question, instead he asked one of his own, "Why would he come here tonight of all nights? I have not seen the guy for more than two years and he chooses tonight to show up and get all sentimental on me." Chris said, exasperated.

"I don't know." Bianca answered, pondering. Then she continued, "Do you think, maybe Wyatt has found out somehow what you're planning to do and has sent your Dad to investigate?"

"I don't know what to think. It's just so strange that he would show up like that. He really seemed spooked by something, he seemed genuine." Chris let out a heavy sigh and walked over to the window and looked through the thick metal security bars to the street below. "I do know, I'm their only hope to change all of this," he said quietly, and then turned to look back at Bianca. "If Wyatt had any idea about our plans he would have come himself, and I would not be alive to have this conversation." Chris said frankly. He walked back over to Bianca, put his arms around and held her close, "We go ahead with everything as planned. Nothing's changed. Tomorrow I travel back to the past to save Wyatt," he said relieved to have finally decided not to worry anymore about his Father's unexpected visit. He moved slightly back from Bianca, looking down at her and putting his hand gently on her cheek, "So that would still make tonight our last night together. Now where were we?" He said leaning down to kiss her.