"Wesley," a familiar voice echoed through the darkness. Wesley's head lifted slightly, trying to locate the source of the voice. Being in complete darkness, though, made it extremely difficult to pinpoint it exactly. It seemed to be coming from every direction at once.

"Who's there?" he asked in an almost inaudible tone. His will had been sufficiently broken at this point.

"Wesley," the voice repeated. "Wesley, what happened to you?"

Wesley lifted his head a little more, now recognizing the voice. His eyes opened wider, although it was totally dark, and a spark of hope ignited his will to get out of there once again. He stood up and turned his body towards where he thought the voice was. Trying to reach out, he immediately found that his hands were bound behind his back with some sort of heavy chains, preventing him from using his power if the need arose.

"Kim?" he called out. "Where are you? I can't see you!"

"Why didn't you do anything to save me?" Kim's voice wailed, echoing eerily through the dark chamber. "You could have stopped this from happening."

"I…" Wesley began. He did not know what to say. His girlfriend was all of a sudden scolding him? It made little to no sense. His mind could barely take anything in its fragile state. "I tried to save you. I did everything I could. Where are you?"

"I'm dead," the voice answered back coldly. "I'm dead because you weren't able to save me. Because of you, my life is over. Are you happy? You're responsible for my death. My friends, my family, everybody is going to blame you for this."

"No," Wesley said in an exasperated tone as he felt a tear trickle down his face. "I did what I could. The demons were too strong."

"No," Kim's voice countered. "You were too weak. Two demons against you? You're supposed to be one of the most powerful witches of all time. How can someone with that reputation lose his girlfriend? Or were you just being selfish? You'd rather save yourself than me."

"That's not true," Wesley said more forcefully. "I would do just about anything to bring you back. Just tell me what I need to do and it's done. I can't live knowing that I'm responsible for you dying."

"There's nothing left for you to do," the voice replied. "I'm already dead."

With that, the voice stopped and Wesley found himself alone once again. He slumped back to the ground on his knees as he futilely tried to free his arms from the chains. He refused to cry anymore, yet tears silently ran down his cheeks, dripping onto the ground. Was this the way it would end? He had only been a witch for a year and a half; certainly fate had more in store for him. It did not seem like it, though. The only thoughts running through Wesley's mind were of sorrow, hopelessness, guilt, and despair. No matter how hard he tried to find a silver lining, his mind was overridden by a foreboding sense of loss and shame.

On another plane of existence, Bokor smiled as he watched his victim once again succumb to his power. Bokor's ability to influence the mind took a heavy toll on Wesley, even from a different dimension. He knew that his plan would work and that it would not be much longer now before Wesley drove himself mad. Once that happened, Bokor would be able to convince him to kill himself, relinquishing his powers. With the power of one of the Complete, Bokor would finally possess enough power to escape the dimension he had been doomed to stay in for eternity.

Centuries ago, he had been an ordinary demon with barely enough power to stay alive in the Underworld. Very intelligent, but not very powerful, he was a follower of greater demons and warlocks, hoping to show enough loyalty to be granted more power. That day never came, and he began to resent his peers. Using his wit, he began to befriend demons and convince them to kill other demons for him, promising that together they would eventually ascend to great power. The more demons and warlocks he and his followers killed, the stronger he became. However, because demons are very rarely trusting of each other, he was tricked himself by a group of demons who had caught on to his schemes. They pretended to follow him and do his bidding, only to overpower him when he least suspected it. Using magic from an old sorcerer, they banished him to the dimension in which he currently resided, unable to escape. He still had some influence over a few Vestal demons who believed in him, and used them to go back and forth through dimensions and carry on his bidding.

"So," James summed up, "there's a spell to vanquish this demon, but he's got to be here. But…he can't be here unless we bring him here, which we can't do because that's a Complete spell. So we need Wes, who's not here because this demon we're trying to get here has him held up there."

"Um…" Matthew's right eye widened while his left eye narrowed. He sometimes wondered about his older brother's way of thinking. "That's one way to put it… How's the scrying? Anything yet?"

"No," James sighed. His arm was starting to tire from letting the crystal tied to the string dangle. "This is frustrating. What if he's not even anywhere in Atlanta?"

"Wait a minute," Matthew said, suddenly turning to James. "Remember what Kim's ghost said? Homeboy's not even in this dimension; he's somewhere else. No wonder this isn't working."

"Well if he isn't in this dimension," James wondered, "then how can we find him? You said yourself that there are eleven of them. How do we even know which one he's in?"

"Can't you project a clone to where he is?" Matthew suggested. "You've done it before."

"When he was still in this dimension and across town," James countered. "I can't cross over dimensions! Not even I am that good…yet."

"It's a great night to try," Matthew insisted, folding the map and putting it and the crystal to the side. He made room on the floor for James to sit comfortably.

James rolled his eyes and sat on the not-so-soft rug that ever so slightly cushioned them from the hard floor. He had been practicing his power to clone himself for a while, and had finally gotten to a point where he no longer got headaches and double vision. He had even gained enough control to move around independently from his clone, although it still proved very tiring to him. He closed his eyes and concentrated on Wesley. In his mind, he imagined himself standing next to his brother. Matthew watched patiently as James continued to focus. Suddenly James opened his eyes, his head quickly whipping from left to right.

"What did you see?" Matthew asked quickly. "Did you find him?"

"I saw the backs of my eyelids," James quipped, regaining his composure and orientation. "It didn't work."

"Great," Matthew said, throwing his hands up. "What do we do now? You can't get to him, we can't bring him here. What's left for us to do?"

As if on cue, their conversation was interrupted by a rustling sound. Although there were no windows in the basement, a slight wind began to flow through the room, catching both brothers' attention. The invisible breeze seemed to have a mind of its own, and both James and Matthew seemed to be able to follow its path, turning towards the Book of Light. As they thought, the wind started to flip the pages in the oversized book. James and Matthew walked over to it and watched as the pages seemed to flip of their own accord. Finally they stopped and the wind disappeared.

"How convenient," Matthew said, reading over the contents of the page. "A Spell to Reunite with A Long Lost Love."

"Do you think that was a mistake?" James asked. "A brother and a long lost love are two different things."

"Well there's a reason for it," Matthew thought out loud. "I just wish I knew what that reason was. This is weird; it's like earlier when we looked in the Book and it took us to a Time Travel Spell. That didn't make any sense either."

"Time traveling and long lost loves," James said to himself. "How are either of those supposed to bring Wesley back? Maybe we're supposed to travel to the past and save Kim because she and Wesley are in love…?"

"Beats the hell out of me," Matthew said, scratching his head. After a few moments, he jerked his head back towards James, slightly startling his brother. "What if we change the spell?"

"Change the spell?" James asked, confused. "Like rewrite it? Can we do that?"

"Worth a shot," Matthew said. "Besides, we've written spells before right?"

"No," James said bluntly.

"Well, no time like the present," Matthew suggested as he grabbed a pencil and paper off of an old desk in the corner of the basement."

He looked intently at the Spell to Reunite With A Long Lost Love, trying to figure out exactly how to alter the words to fit the situation. Did the spell have to rhyme? What words needed to be changed? Would the new spell even work? These types of questions flooded Matthew's head as he strained his mind. James only looked on in anticipation, waiting for his brother to come up with a solution. Surely, he thought, his brother the English major would be able to come up with a simple spell. Or would he?

"Well," James offered to help, "technically we do love Wes, and he is lost, and has been for a long time now. How do you think we should do this?"

"It's tricky," Matthew said, twirling the pencil around his fingers. "Spells have different parts to them. They have to tell the problem, the solution, and what you want to happen. If it's not specific enough who knows what'll happen."

"When did you become an expert on this stuff?" James asked, impressed at his brother's knowledge of magic.

"You and Homeboy spend so much time at each other's throats," Matthew explained as he started drafting words, "that somebody's gotta be the voice of reason around here. You know, the one with the best decision making skills."

"Really?" James countered. "You're gonna go there? You're juggling two women at the same time, one of which is your own brother's ex."

"Touché," Matthew said, chuckling slightly. "Well we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. How about this: bring together my brother and me instead of bring together my love and me? I think this can work. He'll be here in no time."

"You're the word expert," James responded. "But I think we need to hurry. I don't think Wes is gonna last too much longer."

"I'm doing the best I can," Matthew snapped as he continued drafting. He would write a few words, scratch a couple out and replace them with different words. He wanted to make sure that everything was worded correctly enough to work. Finally, he let the pencil fall to the ground, holding up the piece of paper. "I got it. What do you think?"

James looked over the spell Matthew had just written. The new spell was very comparable to the original spell to reunite with a long lost love. It seemed to have the elements that Matthew mentioned before; it stated a purpose, a solution, and the desired outcome. James almost felt a little intimidated by his brother's mental prowess. In the future, James was definitely going to have step up his game.

"Looks good to me," he confirmed. "Let's go."

"You sure?" Matthew asked. "What if it doesn't work?"

"What if you shut up and let's just do it," James replied, punching Matthew's arm in an annoyed manner. "Sorry…I'm used to Wes being here. This whole 'just the two of us' thing is throwing me off. Since Wes isn't around, you'll have to do."

"Veto," Matthew said, laughing. "That's not gonna happen. Let's do this."

"Bring together my brother and me,
His long lost face I wish to see.
Cross over planes and reunite
The brothers three so we can fight."

A blinding flash illuminated the entire basement and in an instant, James and Matthew were gone.