CHAPTER TWO

Henry, still on the phone, was relieved to hear Victor call out for Paige until he heard her say she wanted the boys. "What's going on?" he yelled. "Victor! What's happening?" When there was no answer, he yelled for Paige, but she didn't answer either.

Looking up to the heavens, hoping the Elders would hear him, Henry cried out,. "Please! Someone! Anyone! Help!" But to his terror, it wasn't an Elder who orbed in, but Dumain who smoked in, and he was holding the Hollow box.

Meanwhile, Paige, her eyes still black, was standing at Wyatt's youth bed, looking down at him, rubbing a hand across his cheeks. "First I'll drain your powers," she muttered, "Then I'll send you to your mother!" She tried to use the Hollow power to drain Wyatt's humongous Twice-Blessed powers, but there were no powers to be drained. Screaming in frustration, shaking her head in disgust, she turned towards Chris' crib.

Back in Henry's office, Dumain was trying to explain. "Both sets of sisters called up the Hollow and now Paige has gone power-mad from the Hollow and the only way to stop her is to put the Hollow back."

"How do you do that?" Henry wanted to know.

"Both Good and Evil must say the spell written on the Box.. Put your hand on it…"

Henry backed off, putting his hands up to try to ward off this evil. "I'm only mortal. Not magical at all."

Dumain growled in frustration. "There must be someone else!"

Henry thought and then cried out in a loud voice, "Coop! Coop, come here right now!"

Coop heart-orbed in, his face a study in utter devastation.

"Why didn't you come before?" Henry demanded.

"Phoebe's dead," and Coop's voice was as dead with grief as Paige's. "I felt it. I felt her death. Why didn't I do a better job of helping her find love? She deserved to be loved for the beatiful wonderful person she was before she died."

"Well, maybe she did, " Dumain shrugged. "But if you don't want the whole world to be in a similar situation, you have to help."

Coop sighed. "Why? What's the use? The only one I ever loved is dead."

Henry glared. "Because that's what Phoebe would want you to do. Just like Paige would want me to help save her."

Coop sighed again. "Yeah, You're right." He turned to Dumain. "What do I have to do?"

"Just hurry!" Henry implored them. "Please, hurry!"

Meanwhile, back in the guest room of Victor's condo, Paige stood at an open window, her eyes even blacker than before now that she had drained Chris of his newly-discovered powers. She had the little boy in her outstretched arms. Looking ten stories down to the pavement below, Paige dropped Chris, screaming, "Tell your mother I love her!"

Chris woke up, screaming as he fell, now unable to panic-orb himself to safety.