"Okay," Prue said, "we need some answers. That's the second time these demons have attacked. There has to be a reason they're after you. We can't just keep waiting around here hoping the answers will present themselves. We need to figure out what they want."
"Honestly, I don't know," Jonathan said. "As I said, there really isn't any reason for a demon to want me."
"What about competitors?" Piper asked. "You said your company does a variety of things. What kinds of things?"
"Well," said Jonathan, "farming, textiles, manufacturing, clothing, quite a number of things actually. I'm sure there are even areas of which I am unaware."
"What about enemies?" Prue asked. "Most people have enemies. Especially most successful businessmen. Anyone who might hate you enough to send a demon after you?"
"I'm sure that's possible," Jonathan said. "I have my share of enemies, to be sure. As you said, most people do. But most of my enemies would be political rather than personal. It's hard to imagine a political rival summoning demons to harm me."
"You talk a lot but you don't say much," Prue said. "When are you going to start telling us the truth?"
"I can assure you I've been quite honest with you," Jonathan said. "Why would I lie?"
"That's a good question," Prue said. "You said you had only been here three days yet you offered to show us your drivers license. Only you couldn't get drivers license that quickly. You also said you didn't have a place to stay. So where have you been living the three days you supposedly have been here."
"It's a sort of mobile home you could say," Jonathan said. "It's parked on the outskirts of town. I'm afraid it's much too large for the streets of San Francisco."
"You also won't tell us the name of the country you're from," Phoebe said. "You just keep saying we've never heard of it."
"I sincerely doubt that you have," Jonathan said.
"So what's it called?" Prue asked. "Surely it has a name."
"Of course," Jonathan said. "It's Sherron. Honestly, I don't understand why it's so important."
"It's just that most people have some idea why demons are after them," Prue said. "You said you don't believe in demons but you aren't surprised to find they're real. That would shake most people up. Kind of like finding out that leprechauns or fairies were real. These demons want you bad and I find it very hard to believe that you have no idea why."
"I'm afraid I can't tell you any more than I already have," Jonathan said.
"Can't," asked Piper coming out of the kitchen, "or won't? That money you gave us. It's not real. It's printed on some type of plastic. It's nearly identical to paper but it's not paper. And that glass sphere. It doesn't seem to do anything. There's no magic to it at all. Why would demons be so bent on using something that has no magic in it?"
"I'm as much in the dark as you are," Jonathan said. "I never saw those demons before today. As Phoebe said, they simply appeared in the parking lot at the mall and appeared as if they were coming after me. I honestly have no idea why."
"There's something you aren't telling us," Prue said. "Something we're missing. And unless we can figure out what that is, we can't continue to protect you. Eventually those demons will come back and we have no idea how to stop them."
"Isn't there some form of potion or elixir you could use?" Jonathan asked. "I understand that is the normal method of dealing with demons. Or perhaps a spell of some kind."
"Yes, that's one way to handle demons," said Phoebe. "But unless we know what kind of demons we're fighting we don't know which one to use. There isn't an all purpose potion or spell for something like this. It has to be geared to the specific type of demon if it's going to do any good."
"Phoebe's right," Piper said. "Without knowing what kind of demons these are I don't know what ingredients to use in the potion. They're like a disease. Unless you know what the specific disease is you don't know what kind of medicine to use on it. It could actually be worse if we use the wrong potion. It might just make them stronger instead of vanquishing them."
"I see your point," Jonathan said. "I truly wish I could help. I honestly do. But I've told you as much as I know. As for the money, that's easy to explain. You see, I made it myself."
"You counterfeited money?" Prue asked. "You paid us with counterfeit money? Just what were you going to do when we got arrested for passing phony money? Wave bye bye as they took us off to prison?"
"I hadn't realized it was a problem," Jonathan said. "I didn't have any currency that you use here. It became necessary for me acquire some. Making it seemed the easiest option. I truly hadn't realized it was against the law."
"Wait a minute," Phoebe said. "It was easier for you to make counterfeit money than to just exchange some of your currency at a bank? That doesn't make any sense."
"Actually," Jonathan said, "I didn't bring any currency with me. I wasn't sure what form of currency you used here. It does vary from one country to the next."
"Yes," said Piper, "but almost every country uses some form of paper money. Are you telling us that your country doesn't use paper money?"
"No, I'm afraid it doesn't," Jonathan said. "I can see how this must look to you. And if I could help you identify those demons I honestly would. But I simply don't know what kind they are. You must believe me."
"We don't have to believe anything," Prue said. "You're a counterfeiter, probably a thief, most likely a liar, and who knows what else. Innocent or not, I think it's best if we just turn you over to the authorities and let you take your chances. Unless you start talking real fast. Let's see how long you last in jail when those demons attack and we aren't around to protect you."
"You can't do that," said Leo, suddenly coming in from the kitchen.
"Leo, what are you doing here?" asked Piper. "I told you to stay out of sight at least for now."
"I know," said Leo. "But something very weird is going on here. Something that neither I nor...anyone else can explain. Until we figure out what's going on, you can't let anyone know he's here."
"Of course something weird is going on," Prue said. "We have unidentified demons attacking a man who claims he doesn't know why. And doesn't seem to want to tell us the truth even though it could cost him his life. I'd call that weird."
"It's more than that," Leo said. "I just came from...you know. There's something very interesting about your guest here. Other than the three of you, no one can sense that anyone is even in the manor. It's as if he doesn't exist."