His eyes opened to find a hazed white light enveloping him. Medicinal it almost seemed, everything washed in this hazy light. His ears rung and the sounds he perceived were distorted and slow. He could hear voices but they were unintelligible, almost like a gurgling sound. Slowly the haze dissipated and he could distinguish two faces hovering above his. He could see their mouths moving and could hear their distorted words. He was shaking. One of these two people had a hold of his shoulders and was rocking his body. As if a veil had been removed from his body, suddenly his eyes and ears sharpened and he saw and heard everything.

"Chris!"

His name fell from the lips of his mother, Piper. Beside her was his father, Leo. They had been calling his name and shaking him. Seeing the distress evident in their faces he propped his body up and sat on the bed he had laid on.

"Mom, Dad," he said, "what's wrong?"

A look of joy came into his parents faces. A smile fell upon Piper and she embraced her son. Leo fought back tears but Chris could still see them well up. He looked at them, surprised at this outpour of emotion.

"Wait! Where's Bianca?" he asked.

Piper's smile collapsed and she turned to Leo. His father, ever cautious and comforting with his words, looked to his son and sat beside him on his bed.

"Do you remember what happened, Chris? At the forest?" Leo asked.

Like a damn collapsing with its contents flooding and destroying everything, so did Chris' memory. He remembered everything, especially Bianca's death. Tears fell down his cheeks as the pain of this knowledge broke his heart. He threw his face into Piper's chest. She threw her arms around him and comforted him. Leo put his arm around Chris' back and patted him to comfort him also. Chris turned around and knocked Leo's hand from his back.

"You weren't there for me!" he yelled, "And I don't need you here for me now!"

"Chris," Piper scolded.

"No," Leo gently said, "He's right. I wasn't there. If you want me to leave you alone now I will but I'll be here for you Chris, I always will."

Chris glared at his father. Piper asked Leo to stay but a simple nod from Chris sent him orbing downstairs.

"Chris," Piper began, "You shouldn't be so hard on your father. He's been trying, and is still trying, to do the best for you."

"Mom, you weren't there," Chris retorted," I was."

"Well, why don't you tell me how it was, Chris?"

He stared blankly towards the wall. He had tried to forget his childhood; he had tried to forget most aspects of his life before he thought he had killed Wyatt. Now that the elements of his past were returning to haunt him he had to face them once more and exorcise those demons.

"Chris?" Piper asked.

"Mom, why were you and Dad shaking me?" Chris asked.

Piper paused for a moment. He hadn't remembered anything before he sat up in bed. When Pru came down to get her she raced up the stairs. From his bedroom door she could see the bed he lay on levitate and shake. Leo tried to push it down but to no avail. Piper ran to the bedside and began to call his name frantically. His eyes began to flutter open and she knew that he was finally beginning to wake. She grabbed his shoulder and started to shake him from his slumber. As he woke he kept muttering the word 'asuzu' to her surprise. As he began to grasp a hold of his bearings the bed settled to the floor and stopped shaking.

"We had to wake you up, Chris. You're bed was shaking and kicking in the air. Why were you saying the word 'asuzu'?" Piper asked.

'Asuzu'. That had been the name that Bianca uttered during her death. Had that been a dream or had she come to him somehow? It had some significance he had to uncover.

"I don't know," he simply said, "How's Susie? The last time I say her she wasn't in great shape."

"She doing much better now," Piper said, "We had to take her to the hospital and she was in ICU for a bit but now she's ready to be tended to here at home. You know, it's going to be hard for her...for everybody for that fact. Between everything that's happened and everyone that's been united there are a lot of unanswered questions and blanks to be filled. Do you think when Susie comes home tomorrow you'd be up for a family get together to get all the pieces fit?"

"It's Wyatt. He's picked up where he left off, hasn't he?" Chris asked.

"I don't know, Chris. There's a lot we don't know and we really do need to get all the information out there," Piper said.

"Mom," Chris said, "I need to be alone for a bit. Do you mind stepping out for awhile? I'll come downstairs when I'm ready."

Piper nodded at her son. He had experienced so much and had so little time to process it all. The others had plenty of time and still they reeled from the experience. She kissed him on the forehead and stepped out into the hall, gently closing the door behind her.

Chris stood from his bed. He couldn't believe all that had happened. His dream was so vivid, so real. He felt sure Bianca was trying to relay a message to him. He missed her, ached for her more than words could express. The image of her dying in the forest mingled with the death she had in his dream. The surrealism of it all confused and pained his fragile heart. He went to his closet and pulled an old windbreaker out. He put it on and climbed out his window onto a tree that lay outside.

His feet hit the ground when he suddenly remembered he could orb. He thought twice of it; a walk would help clear the images in his mind. He had to go make sure that it was all real, that this wasn't a delusion or some trick of his brother's. How often Wyatt had toyed with him in this way he couldn't begin to count but he knew of only one way to know for sure. Night had slowly fallen when he woke from his sleep and now under the light of the moon he raced down the street.