Hi there chickens! (Don't ask…) Thankles for the reviews:D If anyone was interested (which I'm sure you're probably not) The tile for this chapter was a play 'A hitch hiker's guide to the galaxy'.

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This chapter takes place four months after the last. It is really just a day in the life of Mark; what he really thinks of the Halliwells and what exactly being a nauctater involves. The reason I decided to write it is because I basically have Mark's entire life story in my mind, but barely any of it had come across in my writing! It's written in third person, but is basically in Mark's POV.
His thoughts will be in italics. I felt the need to write another feel good chapter, so that's what we've got! Not as interesting or exciting as the last I'm afraid, but I've been really busy at school! (Curse that awful place!) I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter16- A Nauctater's guide to the galaxy

Mark groggily sat up and ran a hand through his tousled curls. He looked to his left and smiled; Paige looked so beautiful when she slept. He grabbed some underwear from the drawer at the side of his bed and slipped it on quietly before making his way to the other side of the room. Paige and Mark had only been back in the basement for a week and had spent the last four months sleeping in Phoebe's old bedroom. Things had almost returned to normal- well as normal as would ever get in the manor- and Piper had only just begun to stop spoiling her eldest niece. Even though Piper and Paige were back on good terms, the relationship between the sisters was clearly strained. Mark, who still did not fully understand what had happened in August, was just glad that everyone was finally happy again. The clock, which hung on the wall behind him, told him that it was seven thirty and apparently Rachael was the only other morning person in the Halliwell family.

"Daddy!" She squealed, reaching over he crib excitedly.

'Thank God you're back to calling me Daddy," Mark thought with a smirk. For the past week, the tiny redhead had picked up on her mother's tendency to call him Spanky. Looking back on it now, the nauctater was quite amused, but at the time, the people in 'Wal-Mart' had given him a few odd glances.

"Good morning Snowflake," He whispered, pecking his daughter's button nose and lifting her from her crib.

"G'monin," She replied, eying the stairs leading to the kitchen with a smile, "Tacakes?"

"Pancakes, huh?" He replied with a raised eyebrow. He could still not understand why Americans ate pancakes for breakfast- he'd always considered them an afternoon snack. Nevertheless, his daughters both seemed to adore them in the morning, so he did not question the strange, foreign custom. "Just let daddy put some trousers on, okay?" (AN- I mean no offence to people who eat pancakes for breakfast! Lol!)

He placed Rachael onto the floor and she looked up at him, smiling; She was definitely a daddy's girl. Mark grabbed the first pair of trousers that came to hand- a pair of faded blue jeans with rips in the knees- and pulled them on carelessly. He had never been one for caring what he wore when he was younger and had still not grown out of that trait.

"Daddy?" Rachael asked, looking curiously at his choice in jeans and pointing at the holes in the knees, "boken!"

"Broken?" He replied with a smirk, "They're meant to be like that honey. Now, let's go get those pancakes!"

"Yay!"

"Whatever floats your boat…" Mark picked Rachael of the floor and shook his head. I mean, pancakes, for breakfast?

The kitchen was empty and evidently, he and Rachael were the only people awake- not that Mark was surprised. Piper was usually the first up after the nauctater but she had been working late at P3 and Mark did not expect to see her up any time soon. He had always had the ability to survive on little sleep- it came as part of being a nauctater. Of course, growing up on a farm helped too.

Mark sat Rachael in her highchair and ruffled her ginger locks. He had been the only one of the three Anderson brothers without red hair. He smiled at the thought of his brothers. He hadn't seen Douglas and Iain in such a long time and was counting down the days until he, Paige and the girls would make there way to Scotland for Christmas. Coincidently, the rain, which had been lashing down on San Francisco for the past couple of days, was bringing him closer to home. Mark had always loved rain. Neil Anderson, Mark's father, had possessed the gift of hydrokinesis and since his untimely death on Mark's ninth birthday, the nauctater had considered rain as his father's way of saying hello.

Mark placed the large glass bowl on the kitchen counter and searched the many cupboards for flour. Piper cleaned out the cupboards so often that it was hard to find anything in her kitchen. A third of the cupboards were full of potion ingredients and Mark could only imagine what a mortal would say if they came across beetle toe amongst Piper's cake ingredients. Hmm… eye of newt pancakes? Nah, I'll save that one for when Phoebe comes to visit… Mark smirked to himself and continued the search for flour. When he did eventually find it, he carelessly placed it next to his daughter's highchair and as he turned back from the fridge, from where he had been retrieving the milk, he let out a booming laugh. Rachael's hair was no longer red, but white, as was the rest of the toddler.

"Sofake!" She squealed excitedly, throwing more flour over herself. "I sofake!"

"Yes you are daddy's little snowflake, aren't you? And now you really look like one." Mark continued to laugh as the kitchen became more and more covered in flour. If Piper gets up now, she's going to have a hairy fit! "Rachael, I think the flour's meant to go in the bowl sweetie."

"No flowa! Snow!" She argued with an innocent smile, which Mark could not get angry at.

"Okay, well I think we should put the snow in the bowl, don't you?"

"Make tacakes?"

"Yes, it will help us make pancakes. Now are you gonna be a good girl and give daddy the snow?"

"Otay!" She said, nodding her head and clapping her hands excitedly, "Lola s'up!"

"Laura's up?" Mark asked. It had become apparent since the day the woogyman had attacked that Rachael had, in fact, inherited a whitelighter power: The ability to sense not only evil, but her close family members too. "Well, we better clean up our mess before she tells Aunty Piper it was snowing in the kitchen, don't you agree?"

"Spell!"

"Okay, but don't tell your mummy… Let the object of objection become but a dream as I cause the seen to be unseen…shh!"

As the Halliwell kitchen miraculously rid itself of 'snow', Mark turned to see his youngest daughter's statement had been correct. Skipping happily along the corridor, still dressed in her bright yellow, Sponge Bob Square Pants pyjamas, was Laura, whose recent growth spurt had left her as tall as Prue. She jumped into her father's arms and kissed his slightly off centre nose.

"G'mornin!" She exclaimed happily.

"Hi Pixie!" He smiled, placing her gently back on the floor, "How are you today?"

"I's good daddy!" She replied cheerfully, "Is Mummy bein' a sleepy head?"

"Yes, Mummy is a sleepy head, but we're not going to wake her today."

"Tacakes Lola!" Rachael yelled excitedly. "Tacakes fo' beakfat!"

Laura giggled in response to her younger sister's enthusiasm. Mark watched his eldest climb onto a stool so she could reach to give Rachael a hug and he beamed. He had always known he had wanted children, but never had he imagined that they would be this perfect.

After breakfast, Mark's smile had not faded. Rachael, it appeared, had managed to get more pancakes on top of her head than in her mouth and Laura had been trying to explain to her father how the moon was really made of cheese. The thing that scared the nauctater was that, if she really wanted to, Laura could turn the moon into cheese with a simple rhyme. All of the children were getting so powerful and considering what they were able to do at such a young age was quite a frightening thought. The parents were proud of their children's magical ability but what Mark found very amusing was that Jason was terrified of what his daughter would be capable of when she was born. Ava had assured Phoebe she was having a girl and the only explanation the Charmed Ones could come up with for the baby's apparent lack of powers was that she was going to have the same power as her mother.

Phoebe was due any day now and her inability to travel long distances meant that she was around the Manor less than usual. This also meant that the power of three was vulnerable and Mark's nauctater duties were taking up a lot of his time. Other than the fact it meant spending less time with his family, Mark did not mind this. He loved being a nauctater. Vanquishing demons always gave him such an adrenaline rush. The previous evening, he had been investigating a group of lower level warlocks who were planning to kidnap someone in Pacific Heights and he was going to foil their plans tonight. Of course, he was not going to tell Paige because she would undoubtedly believe they were going after Phoebe and insist on spending the night in Phoebe's house to protect her. It wasn't that Mark disliked Phoebe, but Jason was another story. Fortunately, Rachael had gained her father's dislike of her uncle and Mark frequently used this as an excuse to get out of spending time with the entrepreneur.

It was quiet mornings like these when Mark liked to sneak a peak at the Book of Shadows. He had initially planned on looking up information on the warlocks he would vanquish later that night but, as always, he got caught up in another page of the book. Despite being a member of the Halliwell family for four and a half years, he seemed to find something new in the book of shadows every time he opened it. Much like the Haliwells, the magic in the Anderson family dated back to the sixteen hundreds, but Mark had never seen such a vast array of magical knowledge in his life. It certainly helped him in his nauctater duties. On this particular morning, he sat alone in the attic with the infamous book resting on his knees, lost in a page about a demon catching ice-cream man. Even with growing up in a magical family, he had never dreamed up anything like this; an ice cream man? What the hell would he find next? He began flipping through the slowly yellowing pages, skipping information about tracer demons and darklighters, but his eyes came to rest on the page headed 'Nauctaters'.

Even though the entire male generation of his family were nauctaters, it suddenly dawned on Mark that he had never actually heard another magical person's view of them. He was quite insulted by the minuscule size of the paragraph, but felt a huge amount of pride wash through him when he read his family name.

In the early sixteenth century, a group of male practitioners: four brothers by the names of Thomas, Clifford, Douglas and Rowland Williams, were selected by the elders to fulfil a magical destiny. Each was given an individual elemental power: Fire to Thomas, Water to Clifford, electricity to Douglas, and Wind to Rowland. With these powers they would hunt demons and, more importantly, protect innocent mortals from dark magic. They became known as Nauctaters, though are more commonly thought of as 'demon hunters'. The four brothers went their separate ways, but continued to fulfil their destinies and passed on the nauctater gene to all of their male descendants. Not much is known about these tremendous witches, except that they are not guided by whitelighters, but by Nauctaters from the past, so, in a sense endings are also beginnings for these men. It is now unclear how many Nauctaters are left alive in the world, but the most well known to the modern magical community are the Andersons of Scotland.

(AN- those names are weird, I know! But meh!)

Mark smiled. This was one topic the Anderson Book of Shadows had more information on than the Halliwells. He returned to the kitchen and discovered that his wife had finally gotten out of bed. She was sat at the breakfast table with a huge mug of coffee, apparently trying to block out the happy shouts of her nephew, who had just discovered they were getting pancakes. Of course, Mark considered half past eight in the morning to be positively late, but knew if you tried to have an intellectual conversation with a Halliwell woman before they had received their daily intake of caffeine, you would most likely be blown up, orbed to a far away place or perhaps even premonitioned to death.

"Good morning sweetheart," he said, wrapping his arms around Paige and placing a tender kiss on her tousled hair. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah." She grumbled, "Where are the girls?"

"In the solarium- bathed, fed and dressed by yours truly!" He replied and then added with a sly smile, "I could always help you to bathe too…"

"Really?" Paige asked with a raised eyebrow, "Whatever are you implying, Mr Anderson?" (AN- did that remind anyone else of the Matrix?)

"Um guys? Yeah- kids- in the room!"

"Sorry Piper…" Paige replied, biting her lip to contain her smile, "Right, I'm going to take a shower and no, you are not coming with me."

"Damn!" Mark exclaimed sarcastically and as Paige wandered off to the bathroom, he took a seat on her chair and grabbed the orange juice from the centre of the table. He grinned to himself as he poured it into a glass. I must be the luckiest man alive.

The rest of the rainy December day was uneventful as far as days went for the Halliwells. Although the rain was dampening everyone else's spirits, it lifted Mark's good mood. He and Leo spent the day Christmas shopping for their wives and, much to Mark's disgust, were joined by Jason, who seemed to better everything the others bought. However, the nauctater took it upon himself to tell Jason of all the magical mishaps the children had caused and he was particularly amused by Jason's reaction to finding out Prue had been turned into a cat.

"Any day now," Mark had said, "You'll have your own bundle of magical joy to deal with."

The evening brought about another of Piper's fantastic meals. It was very enjoyable, but due to Mark's eagerness to get out and vanquish, it passed very slowly. After tucking his daughters in and singing each a lullaby, he made his way to the front door where he found Paige waiting to say goodbye.

"Be careful." She told him sternly, but lovingly, taking his hands and pulling him into a tight embrace.

"I always am Sweetheart!" Mark replied, placing a kiss on the top of his wife's head and smiling at her unnecessary concern. "You worry too much!"

"I know!" Paige said, grinning. "It comes from living with Piper for four years…god that's a long time…we should move out!"

"What?" Mark couldn't help but be surprised. That had come completely out of the blue, but he could tell from the expression on her porcelain face that Paige was deadly serious. "I guess the Manor does get crowded…"

"My point exactly!"

"We'll see." Mark looked at Paige and her angelic smile still gave him butterflies. He couldn't help loving everything about her, even her tendency to spontaneously make decisions. He could have stood, staring at her all night, but knew he had to get going. "I'll be back around two, okay?"

"Okay, I love you!"

"Love you too. Bye!"

Mark gave Paige one last kiss before grabbing his brown leather jacket from the hook beside the door and exiting the house. He had not even started up the engine of his Harley, but already his adrenaline was pumping. He had a feeling that tonight was going to be interesting. He did one final check to make sure he had his athame and wide selection of potions, which Paige had taken the liberty of making, and sped out of the driveway with a smile. Time to kick some warlock arse!

The cold, damp weather meant that the streets of San Francisco were relatively empty. Most people would have been perturbed walking alone through a dark alleyway at midnight, but the eerie atmosphere only made Mark more eager to hunt. To the nauctater, hunting was almost like a drug; it gave him a buzz he couldn't describe and the exhilaration was extraordinarily addictive. Not even the incredible Victorian houses that lined the streets of the city's most upper class area could distract Mark tonight. He knew the warlocks were near and they were going to meet their demise tonight; Mark would make sure of it.

He rounded the next corner almost too quickly and only just stopped in time. Mark was torn between being amused at the warlocks' odd appearance, or shocked at the fact Paige's paranoia would have been correct- they were standing outside Phoebe and Jason's house. Standing in the huge garden, under the shade of a large beech tree, was the most unlikely group of warlocks you could imagine. The leader, a scrawny man with slicked back, greasy, blond hair, wearing an emerald green cloak which trailed on the ground due to his stunted growth, was standing in front of his four companions. They were dressed similarly to their superior, each looked as undernourished as the next and their abnormally large, shifty, yellow eyes were darting around as if following a small insect in flight. Mark had been looking forward to this all day, but it was beginning to seem a bit anti-climactic. Boyzone go bad? This will be much too easy!

Mark pulled the athame from his belt and rolled his huge, mysterious blue eyes. Of course, he loved vanquishing evil in all forms, but ever since he and Leo had single handedly taken on the Nasus tribe three and a half years ago, nothing ever seemed like a challenge. He crept forward, a few steps at a time, being as quiet as he possibly could. Despite the tremendous size of their eyes, the warlocks did not see him approach. Mark almost had to stifle his laughter at their sheer stupidity.

"Fit like lads?" He asked with a grin, making his presence known so that he could at least have some sort of fun. His Scottish dialect always emerged when he was on a high.

"What the hell?" The warlock in command asked, obviously taken aback by the appearance of the muscular Scotsman. His fellow warlocks turned to face Mark and, although the nauctater thought it impossible, their eyes widened.

"I said fit like?" He said cockily, causing a look of fear to spread across the evil beings' faces as he threw a blinding potion to the ground, disabling their blinking power. "Hope you weren't planning on hurting my sister-in-law…or my nieces for that matter!" Rage swept through him and he lunged his athame into the chest of the nearest warlock, smiling in satisfaction as the scrawny being's face turned from white to purple and he exploded in a fiery vanquish, covering Mark's leather jacked in a viscous, yellow substance. That's enough to put me off custard for a year…

"What!" Cried the leader, who appeared to be the only one with a voice, "Our master did not warn us of this!"

"And who might your master be?" Mark asked, ducking to avoid a purple energy ball, thrown by the bravest of the four remaining warlocks.

"My brothers and I will never tell you, witch!" One of the others yelled, his bug eyes bulging and tiny red veins appearing at either side of his abnormally large head.

"Now, I've always been a fan of honesty, and since your not being honest with me, I'm afraid that something's going to have to be done about it." Mark thrust forward his left palm and concentrated all his energy into the one area of his body. He smiled widely as his electrokinesis sent a shocking blue bolt of electricity from his hand and destroyed yet another of his adversaries. "Come on boys, speak up!"

"Tell him Garton!" The warlock nearest Mark exclaimed as a shot of electricity narrowly missed his head.

"We vowed not to betray our master." The leader- Garton- hissed. A grotesque, green liquid spat from his pale, narrow lips and as a spark hit Mark's arm, the nauctater had to bite his lip to stop him from wincing in pain. He could feel it eating at his skin, but had never liked to show he was in pain. At least he knew what these pathetic warlocks were capable of now. He took a step back and shock washed through him as Garton's acid vanquished the fellow warlock.

"I see sibling rivalry isn't just a Haliwell trait…" Mark mused, "Are you going to tell me or not?" Mark stood at six foot four and compared to the two small and spindly warlocks, was very intimidating. He threw his arm into the air and shot a huge bolt of electricity into the clouded night sky, lighting his face in a very ominous manner.

"Our master…" The remaining follower spluttered, "His name is D…D…De…Decr-"

"Silence you fool!" Garton snapped, vanquishing another of his brothers, leaving Mark very frustrated.

Decr? … Decron? …it couldn't be… could it? Decron is dead. Stop being paranoid.

Mark brushed the thoughts of Decron to the back of his mind and rage began to bubble in his stomach. This warlock had just vanquished two of his own brothers and yet, he was smiling. It made Mark sick. This creature had no soul. He did not deserve to live.

"I hope you rot in hell! Where you belong!" He violently flung a vile of acid green liquid into the chest of his enemy and instinctively stepped to the side, so to avoid the custard like blood.

"You can't escape him!" Garton screeched, his face becoming a deeper and deeper shade of purple, "My master will be your end and he's closer than you know!"

"All in a day's work…" Mark whispered, rubbing his hands together and grinning from ear to ear. He took a quick glance at Phoebe and Jason's new house and noticed one of the upstairs lights had been turned on. He contemplated going in to make sure everything was okay, but decided he would call in the morning- He had vanquished the warlocks; it wouldn't be that big of a deal. Phoebe's probably got that awful bladder problem Paige had with Laura. God help Jason Dean…

Normally, he would have gone straight to work on finding the warlocks' master, but tonight as he jogged along the dark and empty streets, the vibrating of his cell phone stopped his plans. He pulled out she small phone and read 'Piper' from the miniscule, flashing screen. Why the hell would Piper be phoning at this time? He stopped in his tracks and began to get a little panicked. Something bad must have happened.

"Piper?" He asked, answering the call.

"No Spanky, it's me!" Replied Paige cheerfully, turning Mark's panic to confusion. "Just using Piper's phone! Where are you just now?"

"Why?" He enquired. This was certainly an odd evening.

"Well, are you anywhere near Pacific Heights?"

"Yeah, actually…why?"

"How long will it take you to get to Phoebe's? She's having the baby!"

"Oh!" Maybe it wasn't just a bladder problem after all… "I'll be there in two seconds!"

"See you soon!"

"Yeah…"

Mark snapped his phone shut and placed it in the safety of his back pocket. He turned and retraced his steps into the garden of his sister-in-law's home, his mind filling with thoughts on the warlocks. What if they were not planning on kidnapping Phoebe or MJ, but the baby? He smirked, knowing that he had very probably just saved his niece's life, but there was a nagging in the back of his mind: How had they known the baby was coming?

He rang the doorbell several times, before deciding to open the huge, oak door and let himself in. This was not the first time he had been in the house, but the interior still impressed him. The historic, Victorian exterior contrasted greatly with the modern inside and Mark knew Jason must have paid a lot to get the house redecorated to suit he and Phoebe's liking. However, it did not surprise Mark that Jason would have done so; he appeared to believe money grew on trees. Why the hell am I just standing here? He thought, realising he had been gawping at the signed Beatles platinum record attached to the wall, when somewhere in the huge house, his sister in law was having a baby.

"Hello?" He called, up the stairs, "Paige?"

"We're up here Mark!" Came a reply from Leo, who sounded as if he'd rather be somewhere else.

Mark placed his blood covered jacket on the end of the banister and began running towards the voice of his friend, taking two stairs at a time, his boots leaving damp footprints on the pale carpet. He arrived on the second floor and was greeted by his eldest daughter, who, with MJ not far behind, came running up to him with a huge smile on her face. He picked up both girls and looked around for an adult so he could ask what was going on.

"Daddy, guess what?" Laura asked with a wide smile, showing where her front tooth had fallen out. "The stork is comin' with Aunty Phoebe's baby!"

"Really? And where might everybody else be?"

"Mama upstaiws." Melinda-Jayne told her uncle, pointing to yet another staircase, "Havin' baby!"

"She's a little excited!" Came a voice from behind and Mark was relieved to see Leo emerge from one of he many rooms, "Girls, go back in and sit with Prue, okay?"

"Yes Uncle Leo," Laura replied as her father placed her back on the ground. "Goodnight Daddy."

"Goodnight Pixie." He watched his daughter and niece run into a large, yellow bedroom, which he assumed was MJ's and turned to face the whitelighter. "I see you've been elected for child watching duty!"

"Believe me, it's a lot better than being up there with Phoebe! Which, I'm sorry to say, is where you're going!" Leo patted Mark's back and smirked.

"Wait, I've got to go up there? You're the one who used to be a doctor!"

"Yeah, well you vanquish demons every night; you can handle a woman in labour!"

"Yeah, demons are a lot less frightening…" Neither of the two men occupying the landing liked the thought of having to help deliver a baby. Having done it before, they both knew exactly what it involved and a home birth without drugs was not going to be pretty.

"Sorry buddy!"

As Leo orbed out with a cheeky grin, Mark threw his hands into the air in defeat. He heard Leo's muffled laughter coming from MJ's room and his eyes narrowed.

"Rapscallion!" He bellowed in a false English accent, but was smiling nonetheless. "You owe me one Leo!" (AN- you won't get the 'rapscallion' thing unless you're a Monty Python fan, but to me, it's funny! Lol!)

Mark chuckled at his own awkwardness as he stalked up the stairs like a moody teenager who had been sent to their room. He, Leo and Cole often joked about woman in labour and it was coming back to bite him in the ass. He didn't need to ask to find out where Phoebe was as her screams of pain told him.

The nauctater cautiously pushed the door open and edged into the room. However, nobody noticed the six foot four witch enter; they were all preoccupied by the tiny infant wriggling in Phoebe's arms. Mark's relief of not having to experience Phoebe's childbirth was outweighed by his happiness at having another niece.

"Hi," He whispered, wrapping an arm around Paige. He had to force back happy tears as he watched Phoebe and Jason coo over the small girl, who was staring at her mother through a pair of huge, gorgeous, brown eyes. The baby kicked her legs and grabbed Jason's index finger. A single tear rolled down the cheek of the proud father and he was smiling wider than anyone had ever seen him do before.

"Hey there baby girl," He whispered, "Aren't you just as beautiful as your Mommy?"

"But she has her Daddy's nose," Phoebe choked, kissing the baby's head. "She's so beautiful."

"She looks like Mom," Piper said with a toothy smile, running a hand over her nieces sandy hair, "What are you gonna call her?"

"Charlotte," Jason announced, squeezing Phoebe's hand, "After Melinda Warren's mother, so I'm told."

"And Penelope after Grams," Phoebe told them, "Charlotte Penelope Halliwell-Dean, welcome to the family."

Mark took Paige's hand in his and looked her in her eyes, which were glistening with tears of joy. The Halliwells certainly produced beautiful children. This thought gave Mark a sudden broodiness and he smiled lovingly at his wife. Maybe a third child wasn't such a bad idea? Paige appeared to be thinking exactly the same thing, but as she snuggled her head into Mark's chest she whispered slyly, "Not until we get our own place,"

"Okay sweetheart." He replied before kissing her forehead and returning to stare at the fidgeting baby girl. "I'll go and get MJ." He offered.

As he left the room and jogged down the stairs, the smile he had been wearing since the morning did not leave his face. He feared that if he admitted it, something would undoubtedly go wrong, but today had been perfect.

AN- Feel good? Good! Lol! I know it kinda sucked, but I am particularly fond of this chapter! I realised just how hard it is to write a 'Charmed' fan fiction without really mentioning a proper 'Charmed' character- that is very! Lol! I don't know how you're gonna react to Charlotte's birth, but it seemed fitting for my attempt for a feel good chapter, no? Also, I'm really eager to get my next chapter written! I love it! Please review! (I'd threaten you with flying monkeys but, much to my dismay, I noticed another author has stolen them from me! HMPH!)

Laur x

PS. I'm gonna leave a teaser for next week's chapter, 'Double Oh, Heaven', just so you can look forward to it: Andy goes missing on his birthday and two people (who I know Peanut2lb is very fond of- hint hint- lol!) will be paying the Halliwells a visit in order to get him safely home.