Chapter Five
Phoebe paced the attic, "This is not good," she said, heaving a dramatic sigh.
Chris glanced sharply at her, part of him was relieved she was so stressed. She hadn't questioned his remark about Paige not changing a bit.
"What are you talking about?"
Phoebe pointed in the general direction of Paige's room. "This! Paige! I have no idea what to do."
Chris jumped to his feet, "Now you tell me?" He exclaimed.
Phoebe abruptly stopped pacing, "I never said I did know what to do!" She shot back.
"Maybe I can help," Chris offered somewhat frantically, "Yeah, I mean how hard is it? There can't be that many spells."
Phoebe fixed him with a glare, "Can't be many spells? Well that's just fantastic isn't it?" She rolled her eyes toward the ceiling.
"How many spells…" She repeated, muttering it now.
Chris watched her turn to the front again, slowly skimming the first page. If he watched her do this again he was going to go mad.
"Is there anything I can do?" He offered quickly.
"Yeah." Phoebe replied, not looking up. "Keep Paige distracted."
Chris frowned, an idea coming to him. "Maybe we should let her go through the book."
Phoebe glanced at him brusquely, "Oh yes, we'll let her go through the book. It'll work out as well as it did the last time she didn't know what personal gain was."
"The last time?"
Phoebe nodded solemnly, "She cast that spell… Her boobs were so big she couldn't get a seatbelt over them."
She had Chris's full attention now, "Her what?"
Phoebe ignored his protests and pushed him out of the room.
Chris leaned against Paige's doorframe. She hadn't noticed him; she was too busy inspecting her reflection in the mirror above her vanity.
"Is that a wrinkle?" He heard her mumble in a horrified tone.
"Paige?" He called hesitantly.
She jumped a mile, clutching the vanity with one hand, the other going to her heart.
"God," she grumped, "Give a girl a warning, would you?"
Chris sighed, "I so don't need this right now. With the whole Wyatt thing…"
Paige fixed him with a curious stare, "Wyatt? Who is Wyatt?"
Chris gave her a sidelong glance, "You haven't met Wyatt yet? He's that baby who-"
Paige shrieked audibly, "Baby? I have a baby?"
"No!" Chris half shouted, "Any reason why you would you think that, though?"
Paige glared, "Why would I think that? I don't know, maybe because I can't remember the last two years!"
"So not because you want children?" He asked cautiously.
"What has that got to do with anything?" Paige cried, throwing her hands in the air.
Chris shook his head, banishing any such thoughts. "Okay," he started, "Since you're not going to remember any of this when your sisters restore your memory… I suppose I could tell you a few things."
Paige flew down the stairs, "You have very little information of the past two years, but you can tell me that in five years I become Paige Perry?" She shrieked, pausing at the last step. "What kind of name is that?"
Chris rushed after her, "See no one knows that," he called. "And I'd like it to stay that way."
She spun around, pointing a finger at him, "Are you threatening me?"
Chris looked at her incredulously, "What? No!"
"I think you are."
"Paige, I'm not. I just-" Chris reached out to touch her shoulder, but she wasn't there anymore. She had orbed. And she wasn't reforming.
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