Every since Wyatt learned how to orb himself someplace he found it fun to just pop up wherever he liked much to his mother's chagrin. Piper would place her son in his cot or his playpen only to have the little boy appear in an entirely different room of the house mere moments later. If she was about to bathe him he orb himself to one of his aunts instead.

After two weeks of this Piper was at her wits end. No other mother in the world had to put up with something like this, but then, no other mother had a baby who could orb. Since magic got her into this mess, she decided that magic would be her solution.

She wrote a spell and then cast it over the playpens, cot, highchair and kitchen table and chairs (little Wyatt would orb his and everyone else's food away), the bathtub and the nursery. It was a simple spell, only two lines and she desperately hoped it would work.

It didn't.

When Wyatt had orbed down to his mother after being put to bed the following night Piper let out a low curse word under her breath.

"I thought you said you fixed that?" Paige had asked confused.

"I thought I had" Piper replied frustrated, "I wrote a spell that should have worked."

"Well what did it say?" Phoebe questioned.

"Let this mother have some joy, do not let escape her baby boy; until family lets him out keep him safe and not about" Piper recited.

"Sounds like it should work" Paige said.

"I agree" Phoebe nodded.

"And yet…" Piper gestured to the little boy in her lap.

"We'll help you come up with something better in the morning honey." Phoebe assured.

With that all three of them had gone to bed with little Wyatt in tow. They didn't know where the spell had gone wrong but were too tired to figure it out at this point in time.

The following morning Paige was called to a temp job, Phoebe received an urgent call from Elise and Piper had to run to the club. The spell postponed for the time being. After another week Wyatt finally gave up the fight and only orbed out once in a while and the spell was forgotten.

Chris couldn't believe it! He'd specifically made plans with the sisters to meet at the manor at ten so that they could all work on the latest vanquish. He had given in and let them have their lives; he had worked around their schedule. And what did he get for his efforts? An empty house!

This was the third time this week they'd had to reschedule. He alone had managed to vanquish fifteen demons this week and completed three undercover research quests. What had the sisters done? Gone on dates, put a baby to bed and talked.

Chris was fuming and pacing the floor. He couldn't vanquish this demon alone, it required a power of three spell. If he didn't truly need the sisters for this he wouldn't even bother. If only he were stronger, he wouldn't have to…. "Ah!" He tripped over one of Wyatt's little cars and found himself landing face first into the sunroom playpen.

After fully collapsing into the playpen Chris shook himself off and stood up. "Stupid brat. Leaving his crap all over the place" he grumbled as he lifted his leg and made to step over the side. The instant Chris' foot was about to go past the edge of the playpen it was bounced back.

"What the hell?"

Thinking that it was just some weird mistake Chris tried again. This time his foot was pushed back hard enough to force him down. Confused Chris attempted to orb out of the playpen but nothing happened. Now this was ridiculous. He tried to blast the side of the playpen and tip it over with his telekinesis – neither worked.

"Now what?"

After almost two hours of attempting to escape Chris finally slumped back and admitted defeat. He didn't understand what had happened. Why was he trapped in Wyatt's playpen?