Sighing I ran a hand through my hair and leaned against the wall. Chris had left a few months ago and things kept getting worse. The rest of the group with either dead or gave up and joined Wyatt.

Tears were streaming down my face mixing with the blood falling from my forehead. I stood up slowly and used my powers to move a pad of paper and a pen into my hands.

I started to whisper the spell that Chris wrote before he left. A blue portal appeared on the wall. When I tried to walk through it my legs gave out under me causing me to fall and go through the portal.

"Amelia," Chris yelled falling next to me, "Leo, please heal her."

Feeling a warm energy consume me I felt the wounds close up. My eyes fluttered open and Chris pulled me up resting my head on his lap. A smile graced his lips when he saw that my eyes were open.

"Hey," he said softly, "Are you okay?"

"I think," I said looking around, "What's going on?"

"I was hoping you could tell me," he said sighing, "What are you doing here?"

"They're gone," I said tears filling my eyes; "They've all died or joined him."

"What?" he said his eyes wide.

"I was the only one left," I said sitting up, "We're the only ones left."

"No," he said shaking his head, "What about Angel?"

"He's dead," I said sobbing into his shirt, "That son of a bitch killed him."

"No," he said pulling us both up, "Angel can't be dead."

"What's going on?" Leo said glaring at us both.

"You're precious Wyatt killed my son!" Chris yelled glaring at Leo.

"What?" Piper asked her eyes wide.

"My son, Angel, he's dead now," he said calmly, "Wyatt fucking killed him!"

"How do you know?" Leo asked in disbelief.

"I saw Wyatt kill him," I said pushing away from Chris, "I saw him tie him up to a wall and torture Angel. I saw him send electricity at Angel. I saw him take a knife and cut Angel's stomach and fucking pull out his guts!"

"Amelia," Chris said hugging me.

"What is wrong with you two?" Phoebe said glaring Leo and Piper, "They just lost their son and you're acting like this?"

"But…" Piper started to say.

"Don't but me," Phoebe said angrily, "If Wyatt died because of someone would you want me to say shit like that?"

"No," Piper said looking down.

"I didn't think so," Phoebe said calmly, "Chris, Amelia; you can stay in the spare room."

"I wouldn't want to impose," I said leaning against Chris again.

"Don't worry about it," she said smiling, "You're not imposing at all."

"Are you sure?" Chris asked his eyes wide.

"Yes," she said with a sad look, "I'm sorry about the way that I treated you Chris."

"It's not like I didn't deserve it," he said with a sigh, "But I couldn't tell you…"

"Shh," she said softly, "I understand. I always have, I just don't like it."

"Let's go to the room," he said wrapping an arm around me, "We need to talk."

"Thank you again Phoebe," I said softly.

"Don't worry about it," she said hugging Chris and I, "And I'm so sorry about your son."