The sisters looked at Chris in awe and shock, as the young whitelighter rushed to his fiancé's side.Her shield went down immediately as he approached, and the woman gave him his hand grudgingly, like someone who had a large amount of pride. He pulled her up and embraced her tightly.

"Air! Air!" she laughed, as she hugged him back. The Charmed Ones and Leo looked on with utter bewilderment. This was a completely different Chris that they had never seen before.

"What the hell is going on?" Piper demanded, shifting her eyes quickly from the couple to the two piles of ashes that lay several feet away from the Book in the attic.

Chris, not releasing Bianca, turned his head back to the sisters, with a flustered expression upon his face.

"Umm" he began, desperately searching his mind for an answer, besides the truth. Unable to find one, he orbed out, taking the woman with him.

"Great," Paige muttered, "just great."

The sisters and Leo stamped down the stairs, following an enraged Piper to the kitchen, where she grabbed several pots and pans, placing them on the counter, along with a half dozen cooking utensils. Then, out came numerous foods, spices, oils, and liquids.

"Piper, sweetie, what are you doing?" Phoebe asked, trying to grasp her eldest sister's attention. It wasn't working, however, so the others stood by as she ranted, and they waited for the storm to pass.

"He walks into our lives, claiming about a dozen different things, and they're all contradicting each other! Then, his fiancé comes through and he uses these amazing, and no doubt dangerous, powers to vanquish demons. I mean…he's probably as powerful as us! He can't be pure whitelighter!Then, he doesn't even offer up the slightest explanation, but leaves us to clean up after him! Now, he's probably gallivanting of with future-girl!"

"Well, the mess was only a few piles of ashes—" Paige began, but was silence by collective glares from Leo and Piper.

"Why don't we just give Chris a chance to get all of his thoughts together before we come after him with questions?" Phoebe, trying to keep her sisters and ex brother-in-lawout of the craziness, was attempting to come up with a logical way to approach this. "I mean, he just saw his fiancé for the first time since he left for our time."

"You're on his side!" Piper said incredulously. "Must I remind you of Wyatt, you innocent little nephew?"

"Piper, she's only trying to help," Paige stepped in, both physically and verbally.

"It's ok, Paige. I'm going to head over to the office anyways." Phoebe said, and made her way toward the door, grabbing her purse and keys. "I'll see you for dinner?"

"Sure, honey," Piper replied quietly, already beginning to calm down as she added various ingredients to the pot in front of her.

Thank god for cooking, both Paige and Leo thought simultaneously. And both went their separate ways; Leo orbed back up to the elders,to report the latest happenings,and Paige went toward her car, en route to her next temp job.

Meanwhile, at P3…

"I'm so glad you're here." Chris murmured, as he sat at the bar, pouring a glass of water for two. "Here you go."

"Thank you!" Bianca said happily, as she drank quickly from the glass. "I'm starving."

"Well," Chris started in a joking tone, "Piper does have much in the way of food here, but…" He dragged out the last syllable as he ducked under the counter, and shuffled through various items stored on the shelves below.

"What are you doing?" Bianca smiled at him, placing the empty glass back onto the surface. Although the situation both in the past and future, she was just glad to be with the man she loved once more. She turned her attention back to her fiancé, who had raised his hand, and produced a lime he had found under the counter.

"Food!" he said, excited.

"You are such an idiot." Bianca shook her head in mock despair, even though he could not see her, as he was still below the counter.

"Come on—" Thack! Chris, as he was getting up, hit his head on the surface. Bianca burst out laughing.

"Klutz!" She muttered, loud enough for the whitelighter to hear her. He turned around to face her, still rubbing his scalp, and she knew he had a comeback prepared.

"Then how did I beat you the first time we met? When you were supposed to kill me…" He looked at her intently, and she rolled her eyes.

"Don't remind me…" she sighed, as if remembering distant and unpleasanttimes.

Chris sat across from her on an identical stool, and folded his arms out on the table. Bianca could tell a tough question was about to come up. One she really didn't want to answer. But she had to…she owed it to him to be honest.

"How is everybody in the future?"

So few words, but that question would open up another world of pain for her young fiancé. She hated to be the one to unbolt the lock…