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Chapter 7

A day had passed since they had first boarded the ship. The eerie vision Phoebe had still lingered on the minds of all who knew about it. The confusion surrounding Johnny's involvement in whatever was to come plagued his mind as well as those of his friends.

Deciding that enough time had passed, and because he wanted to know what was going on, Johnny asked the Halliwells and the agents to join him and his friends for breakfast that morning.

Reluctantly, seeing as they had no way of making an excuse without being rude, the Halliwells and the agents accepted the invitation. It wasn't so much that they didn't want any company, but that they wanted to be able to talk freely…they wanted to try to figure out what it was that was going tohappen.

They had all agreed that as soon as they got the chance to, they would worry about the impending crisis. In Phoebe's visions, she is usually able to get a vague idea of the time frame involved in each vision. This time, she got the feeling that they still had a little while to worry about it.

In the meantime, they would try and enjoy this downtime.

After the initial introductions were over with, everyone took a seat and began to have friendly conversations. While seemingly unknown to each member of the opposite 'party,' no one sitting there was really interested in what they were talking about. It was just a way to avoid what was really on their minds at the time.

While Johnny and his friends really wanted answers, Johnny in particular, they figured that, unless the opportune moment came up, it would not be a good idea to question Phoebe out of the blue. It would be too awkward, and they wouldn't get any answers that way.

"So, how are you related again?" Walt asked Chris and the Halliwell sisters.

"I'm her son," Chris replied without thinking, only realizing his mistake afterwards. As soon as he saw the looks of disbelief, he 'corrected' himself. "…Or rather, I should say, I'm like her son. I live in the same house as them…. She treats me like I'm her own son… That kind of thing."

Once it was apparent that the Johnny crew bought that little cover up, all Halliwells and agents let out their breath, which they had all unknowingly held.

Phoebe placed her elbows on the table to get comfortable, and immediately saw that little flash that she had grown accustomed to over the years.

A group of people was gathered in the main gathering room on the ship.

Nothing looked as elegant as it did before.

The ship looked as if it had been underwater for years.

The Halliwells, Darryl, the agents, the Lone Gunmen, Johnny, and Johnny's friends were all gathered there.

Everyone was talking frantically, knowing that they didn't have much time left before it happened.

All eyes turned as a figure walked in.

It was what looked like a cross between a zombie, a ghost, and a man, though he was blurred enough so that Phoebe couldn't tell who he was…enough so that she wouldn't recognize him in person even if she saw him.

He let out an evil cackle.

"You thought you could leave?" he asked with a condescending tone.

Fear mixed with anger emanated from everyone in the room.

Things blurred.

The man/zombie/ghost began laughing continuously.

All of a sudden, there was a blinding light.

Once her vision ended, Phoebe did her best to try and keep a neutral face. The sheer fact that she had another vision on the same incident so soon after the first…and the fact that it was getting a little more detailed, unsettled her. This was going to be big.

Everyone else that either was a Halliwell or knew the Halliwell family secret also had to be careful to keep his emotions in check. They knew Phoebe had had another vision, but they couldn't say anything…not while they were at this table. So, they would either have to wait a while, or they would have to make up an excuse to leave right then.

"What did you see?" Johnny asked, startling Phoebe and company.

After recovering from that little shock, Phoebe replied, "the back of my eyelids," sarcastically, as if saying 'what else would I see.'

"Look," Bruce said. "Johnny gets visions too. We know the tell tale signs of someone having a vision."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Phoebe declared, hoping that she was convincing. "The only 'vision' I have is what I see right in front of me. Currently that consists of all of us sitting at a table." 'Well,' she thought, 'it's not far from the truth.'

"Whatever you say," Johnny said, deciding to drop it, knowing that that particualar conversation would go nowhere right then.

"Well," Doggett began, "we should probable get going. We're supposed to receive an important call in a matter of minutes. It was nice meeting you."

With thattheHalliwells and the agentsgot up and said their goodbyes. Once back at their adjoining rooms, they all gathered into one of the roomsand began talking.

"What I don't understand is why she seems so worried about keeping it secret." Walt said.

"Yeah," Sarah agreed. "I mean, look at Johnny. He didn't keep that fact secret and he's doing fine."

"Except for the fact that I have to deal with reporters…magazines saying that I'll bring the end of the world…" Johnny countered.

"Good point."

"Even so, with knowing I deal with the same thing, you'd think she would know we would understand."

"Yeah," Walt began, "you would think so…"

"What are you getting at?" Bruce inquired.

"I'm not fully sure, but it seems like there's more to it than just the fact that she also has visions."

"Maybe…" Johnny trailed off. He just then noticed a purse across the table, where Paige had been sitting. "Paige left her purse. I'll be right back," he said, reaching for the purse.

As soon as he did so, he was in a different place…

As he gazed at his surroundings, he noticed that he was in one of the many hotel style rooms on this cruise ship. Across the room from him, he noticed some of the people he had eaten breakfast with, as well as another, whom he did not recognize.

The other in the room was a man dressed all in black and carried a crossbow…a crossbow that was currently aimed at Paige.

In only a few moments, the man had shot three people: Paige, Chris, and Leo. The man just stood there for a moment with a satisfactory smile in place.

"You had another vision, didn't you?" Bruce asked, as soon as Johnny came out of his trance-like state.

"Yeah…" Johnny replied.

A/N: Well, that's it for chapter seven. Hope you liked it!