Alright, here's the latest chapter in the 'Complete' saga. I gotta say, this story's coming along a lot quicker than I thought it would, which is something to be happy about, I suppose…but I don't wanna jinx it, so I'll just leave it at that.

Raya: You're right; there should be magick without consequences. In fact, I think you've given me an idea for a future story. If I can get it together, I'll shoot you an e-mail and run some ideas by you. Meanwhile, it was indeed sad when Wesley mourned John's death. Whether or not he comes back is up to him; I can't control other peoples' actions…

chyp: Thanx.

Corey: Just wanted to say thanx for your e-mail and your ideas. I really liked them, especially the first one. It sounds like a great episode. When I get a little further with season II, I'll get in touch with you more about it.

mythica: Welcome aboard! It's always an exciting surprise to get a review from a new reader! It's what keeps the creative fires burnin'! And thanx a lot for your comment! About the John thing, see the note I left to Raya…

It was nearly an hour before Wesley arrived home. Having gotten out his frustrations and most intense mournful feelings about John, he came home with a clearer conscience and just in time to watch his favorite program, Power Rangers. Actually, he had taped it since it had come on two hours earlier.

"I'm approaching!" he called out in his usual manner as he opened the door.

He threw his backpack on the couch in the living room and turned on the television. While the VCR was rewinding, he pulled out a folded copy of the Oxford newspaper, The Spoke, and scanned the sports section. It was just as he had expected: Oxford lost to so and so by such and such…so and so beat Oxford by such and such points in something or other…

"Damn, we suck!" Wesley laughed to himself as he settled in to watch the tape.

"It's about time you came home!" Matthew yelled, bounding down the stairs. "I've been waiting for someone to get home. You'll never guess what's been going on with me!"

"Who cares about what's going on with you?" Wesley said, not bothering to look at his older brother. "It's been an overall crappy day and you're interrupting my show. Can't it wait?"

"No!" Matthew said with extra venom and grabbing the remote out of Wesley's hands. "Something is really wrong with…"

Matthew wasn't even able to finish his thought as his words were lost in another dizzy spell. The image of Wesley sitting on the couch in the living room was replaced by a mini-slideshow that ran in black and white. The images went so fast that it was difficult to keep up with them. Matthew and Wesley are watching the news when James comes barging through the front door. He is exhausted and looks out of breath. His eyes flash momentarily, then he waves his hand…

"Matt?" Wesley asked, trying to shake his brother back to reality. "What's wrong with you that couldn't wait?"

"I've been trying to tell you," Matthew said. "Remember the dizziness and light-headedness I've been getting? I think, no I know it's something magical. Every time it happens, I see things…things that haven't happened yet. The worst part is that it happens whenever I touch something."

"Hold up," Wesley said, turning off the television now. "Are you saying that you get premonitions?"

"Yeah," Matthew answered, "I think so."

And Matthew spent the next hour or so recounting all the details of the day, including all of the visions he had had and how he had received them. He talked about what happened in his English class, after class, and on the way home. Wesley listened with an air of discomfort. If Matthew was getting premonitions of things by touching them, it could end up being as dangerous as it could be useful.

Of course, all three brothers had known that Matthew was destined to receive such a power; it had happened twice before during their first year as witches. Although those were extraordinary circumstances, he had been informed that his future involved being able to see the future. It would be of invaluable help to him and his brothers; it could serve as a means of gaining the element of surprise. At the moment, though, this new power was completely uncontrollable. He was getting mixed signals, both good and bad, which was more of a danger than a benefit.

"Can you tell me next week's lottery numbers?" Wesley joked in an effort to lighten the mood.

"Not funny," Matthew said, hesitating momentarily as he actually considered Wesley's suggestion. "Look, we have a real problem here."

"I know, I know," Wesley said. "If you are getting premonitions all willy-nilly like this, that's only gonna get us into more situations than we can already handle. We might as well just go out and look for demons to fight."

"I didn't even think about that," Matthew said.

"Well you should," Wesley said, "because I'm not gonna break my neck for no reason, no reason at all."

"Fine," Matthew said. "Now, the last vision I saw seemed important. When I took the remote from you, I saw Jimmy coming in and not looking good."

"Well of course," Wesley quipped. "This is Jimmy we're talking about. If he could, he'd…"

"Not now!" Matthew snapped. "What I was going to say was that I saw his eyes flash. Then he waved his hand."

"And?" Wesley asked.

"And," Matthew said, "that was it."

"You couldn't get anything more detailed than that?" Wesley asked. "So I'm assuming that he's waving his hand to throw something, but what?"

"If his eyes flashed," Matthew guessed, "then it probably meant something bad."

"Crap," Wesley sighed. "When is this going down? Tonight?"

"I don't know," Matthew answered. "I never know the exact time, but it might be tonight. He's out rather late this evening."

"What else were you talking about?" Wesley asked. "Something about the Council?"

"Yeah," Matthew said recalling the "dream" he thought he had had. "I think that the Council might be behind why the Book is empty. I had a vision, actually I thought it was a dream, but it seemed a little too real to be a dream, but it was kind of wispy so I figured it couldn't be real and…"

"Rambling," Wesley reminded Matthew.

"Right," Matthew said. "Anyway, in the dream, I heard voices talking about how the Complete would never suspect and how they were planning to use their new information to drive us out completely, no pun intended."

"So if they're behind this whole thing," Wesley hypothesized, "then they must have done something to the Book while we were fighting Sabo. Hopefully they still won't be able to get the information if it's protected against evil."

"That's a long shot, though," Matthew said. "As far as we know, only the Book is protected. For words to be protected, that sounds pretty out there."

"You never know," Wesley said. "But the question is, how can we get it back?"

"We should start with the beginning," Matthew said. "We need to figure out when exactly this happened."

"The perfect way to ruin a nice day," Wesley commented. "A brother turned evil…again…and now this!"