FUNERAL PLANS

As he entered into Phoebe's parlor, his tiny aunt rushed over to him. She hugged him quickly, whispering into his ear, "Honey, I wish you'd gotten here sooner."

Wyatt gave his aunt a confused look, "Why, again?"

Phoebe gave her nephew a measuring look, "Are you ok Wyatt? I'm getting really strange vibes from you." Shaking her head, she linked her arm into his, "Because we could use your help. Piper wants to take on all the planning but I don't think she should."

"Planning?" Wyatt echoed, still confused.

"Funeral arrangements, Wyatt. What is wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with him?" Piper asked.

"Nothing," Wyatt answered, then stronger, "Nothing."

"Well, good. Your Aunt thinks that since you and Chris knew them better than we did, that you should help," Piper sighed, "I don't really want you to be in charge of planning funerals."

"This is about the Bennetts?" Wyatt asked.

"You know anyone else who passed away this week?" Piper quizzed archly, "Never mind. We've ordered the announcement and the flowers…"

Wyatt sat down tiredly. Piper glanced at him. "Why don't you take a nap? We can handle the arrangements," she offered.

Despite his efforts to stay awake, Wyatt was soon sleeping; until he heard the raised angry voices!

"How could you tell us THAT way?" Piper was yelling.

A voice Wyatt didn't recognize answered, "I thought you knew. I thought Wyatt had told you."

KABLOOM!

Wyatt was off his Aunt's couch in one leap. "Mom?" He ran into the dining room where the remains of Phoebe's table would have a new life as kindling and orbs were just departing the scene. "What's going on?"

Piper rounded furious eyes to her eldest son, "That's what I'd like to know."

"Wyatt," Phoebe interjected, "Can you explain this, please?" In her hands she held The Book of Shadows, the large magical tome that had been in the family for generations.

"Explain it how?"

"Explain, to me, Wyatt," Piper said in a deceptively calm voice, "Why this is all that's left of the Bennetts."

"That's their's?" Wyatt mused, "I didn't know it looked so much like our's," he looked from his mother to his Aunt, hoping someone could explain what he was supposed to be explaining.

"Wyatt, it doesn't just 'look like our's'," Phoebe interjected.

"Well, they did say that the families were close," Wyatt guessed, "Our's must have had a big influence on their's…" seeing the look on his mother's face, he broke off, "No?"

"No, Wyatt." Piper said sadly, all the heat gone. She turned and walked into the kitchen.

Wyatt looked at Phoebe. "Don't just stand there!" She warned her nephew, "Your mom needs you."

He turned to follow his mother into the kitchen and ended up in the front foyer at the Bennett house.

"Wyatt?" Priscilla asked, "Did you forget something yesterday?"

"Yesterday?" Wyatt echoed, "Monday?"

"Yes," Priscilla gave him a searching look, "Are you ok?"

"I don't think so," Wyatt answered. "Things have been really strange this week. I'm not sure why I'm here." He reached out to take Priscilla's hand, intending on explaining the week to the older witch, when suddenly his body froze.

Pace working at P3…the Bennetts in their hotel suite pulling new identification out of a caldron…Aunt Phoebe, pregnant standing near Aunt Paige and another woman…Aunt Prue? Priscilla Bennett walking through Piper's manor house. A mausoleum with three interments: Paige, Phoebe and Piper.

This last shocked him back into his consciousness.

"What did you see?" Priscilla asked kindly.

"A lot of things that don't make sense. And the gravestones for my Mom and Aunts," Wyatt answered, shaken. "But it doesn't seem like something that's going to happen, more like something that DID."

"Maybe you saw things the way they were in my world?" Priscilla tried to find an explanation.

"That must be it," Wyatt answered, relieved, "You have said that the Charmed Ones are dead in your world."

"I didn't know you had premonitions, Wyatt," Priscilla quizzed.

"I don't, usually. But, Mel did a power switching spell," he explained.

"Which explains the weird week. Wyatt, you should go switch back with your sister. It'll help you feel better," she suggested.

"I think I will." Wyatt paused at the front door, "I need to come back when I'm through. We need to talk."

"I'll be here," Priscilla straightened her shoulders. "Go, get your powers back, first."

Wyatt walked out the front door and towards his waiting car. He opened the door and got in…to a strange position at the entrance of the cemetery.