"Hi. I'm Kelly Weatherton."

"And I'm Douglas Sneed with your Evening Report."

"In late breaking news a scourge has run across Europe. Beginning in Amsterdam yesterday, arsonists have torched cities all along the Rhine through the Alps and down the Apennines towards Rome."

"Reports of rapes and murders have followed these blazes. Roman police have lined the city walls of the Vatican as millions seek refuge within St. Peter's. We'll have more information for you as it develops."

She turned off the television. It had only been a few short days since they returned to the Manor. No one had really spoken except in passing, either in an effort to try and forget or to process all that they had seen. It all seemed surreal. Her mind was slow to grasp, unwilling to do so; but she finally accepted all of it. Too many betrayals had occurred and to mend the pieces now was difficult. She sat on the wicker chair in the conservatory, the rays of light pouring through the window. This had always been one of her favorite rooms. Now it held a special importance to her, the light in the room of her family home a deep contrast to the darkness she had lived.

"Do you think it's him?" Paige asked.

Phoebe turned to see her sister in the doorway. Him, Wyatt. It was all they could think about. Her reunion with her daughter Susie had been a blessing but it was Wyatt that occupied her mind. He was not the little boy she knew and loved, whose scrapes and cuts she'd kiss to soothe. He was a man, a tyrant. He was undeniably the most powerful being they had ever encountered and he took from them what they relied on the most.

"I don't know," Phoebe said. She paused in thought and added, "I'm lying. It is him, I can feel it. I know it."

"What do you know?" Piper asked.

She had come down the stairs finally and stood in the doorway. The past few days she had kept a silent vigil at Chris' side. Since Wyatt's strike with Excalibur to Chris' skull he had laid in a deep sleep. Seldom did she leave his bedroom, fearful of death rearing its head. Occasionally she'd notice his eyes moving beneath the lids, vivid dreams that caused his arms and lefts to shift. She took comfort in these, knowing he was not in a comatose state but she still wondered when he would wake. She kept her thoughts on Chris and feared to let them veer elsewhere. Dani had given her strength but it had not been enough to fend off the physical, mental and emotional onslaught that the forest had brought to her. By focusing on Chris now she delayed the inevitable but was prepared for anything that happened now.

"Oh, hey Piper. Umm...it's nothing really. How's Chris?" Phoebe asked in diversion.

"The same," Piper said, "He's tossing and turning, becoming more active but he hasn't opened his eyes yet. I know I shouldn't be worried but I am. How's Susie?"

"She's doing better. The doctor at the hospital said she should be able to leave tomorrow. He's got her on an IV for some fluids and she's feeling much better. I'm still surprised that Leo couldn't heal her. I don't know..." Phoebe said.

Her mind started to drift. She hadn't explained much of anything to her daughter; much less that she was a witch. Susie accepted Phoebe after a few tough hours. Between denial and suspicion, Susie explained that she never felt at ease with her family. She had loved them and they had loved her but she never felt she belonged. Phoebe listened at this pouring out. Susie questioned her about her baby and all that had happened in the forest. Phoebe, unable to explain to herself exactly what had happened, quickly changed the subject and urged her to relax. When the time was right, she told her, all involved would sit and sort through the mess. Phoebe wondered if that time was now. So many questions lay in her mind but she knew any sort of fact finding measure would require Chris present, Chris who knew more about his brother than any other person.

"Where is Leo?" Paige asked.

"He's been orbing in and out of Chris' room. He's up there now. Most of the time he spends up with the Elders trying to figure out what's happening." Piper said.

She said too much. Leo had kept her informed of any progress that lay into Wyatt, his past and present. Not much had surfaced except for the few facts they had known before. She half listened when he spoke, choosing to filter the information. She didn't want to crack, she didn't want to fall apart and she knew she lay at the brink. If only Chris would awaken, she thought to herself, she could be more at ease and better prepared.

"Piper!"

Pru sped down the stairs towards the conservatory. She kept mostly to the attic, searching the Book of Shadows for answers. Part of her feared confrontation with her family, the new dynamic that existed between them all. The other part wanted answers. Answers to Wyatt, answers to her resurrection, and answers to the weakness he imposed on them. She was consumed with finding the answers to the questions she had and had, like the others, avoided conversation. Occasionally she'd go into Chris' room to check on him, out of concern and a deep respect for what he had survived as a child. This reality that existed for her family she never had imagined and now that she was alive she sought to right the wrongs and unite her family. She knew Chris was instrumental in saving the family and checked on her nephew' progress.

"Piper! Chris' bed is shaking! Go! Now!" Pru exclaimed.

Piper rushed up the stairs to Chris' bedroom. Pru stayed in the conservatory with Paige and Phoebe.

"What do you mean his bed is shaking?" Paige asked.

"I don't know. I crept in as Leo sat by his side and all of a sudden his bed starts shaking. It looked like he was having some sort of violent dream; his arms and legs were kicking. But then the bed goes berserk and Leo starts freaking out. I hope he didn't do anything to him."

They knew she meant Wyatt. He had toyed with them in the most profound way. Had he toyed with his brother too? Had he flawed him in some way to incapacitate him as he had done to his aunts and mother?