"How was your first night of work?" Drew asked Pace when he entered the sitting room of the hotel suite where the rest of the family was gathered.

"Surreal," Pace answered simply.

"I think that's gonna happen a lot," Palmer replied.

"Yeah," the eldest brother added, "I think that things are gonna get very strange."

(X)

"After last night, the last thing I want to do is unpack." Wyatt said sleepily to Chris when they were alone again in the loft, surrounded by boxes.

"I agree, but, we need to be ready."

"Ready?" Wyatt cocked a brow.

"For the demons." Chris supplied.

"So how about we unpack the boxes and flex our magical muscles at the same time? No personal gain, we need the practice." With that, Wyatt flicked his fingers over a box and started floating objects out. "Hey, Chris, what power do I have?"

"Sure rub it in," Chris grumbled so Wyatt couldn't hear him, "You know, Wy, I'm not sure if your powers will be the same in this reality so let's just test 'em."

"What were yours?" Wyatt grinned, correctly recognizing the friction and identifying the source.

"Ok Wy, you were a GOD, from the WOMB, and I really couldn't compete with you."

"Apparently we're both telekinetic…what else?" Wyatt asked all business now. The truth of the situation had really sunk in and he realized that mastering his powers was very important. First, he had to know what they were.

"When you were a baby you had a shield." Chris caught on to the new seriousness and decided to be helpful. "And you once conjured a dragon out of the TV…before you could even speak. So, maybe projection? You had some powers that were evil, so you shouldn't have those now."

"Evil?"

"Yeah, like White Lighters orb, demons shimmer. Fireballs are typically evil…"

"OK, well, I won't mind not being evil. Especially seeing as how you went through so much trouble…"

"Appreciate it. Hate it if you were bitter over the power loss." Chris stated glibly.

"So how did the shield work?"

"Whenever you sensed a threat you'd be enveloped in an impenetrable magic bubble."

"I was a boy in a bubble?" Wyatt mused, "Let's test it, throw something at me."

"I don't think you'd see it as a threat. To be truly threatening, I'd have to throw a knife or something. If your shield doesn't work…"

"I'll call Aunt Paige."

Chris shrugged, turned and with telekinesis hurled a knife at Wyatt, who waited until the last minute …and deflected it with his own telekinesis when no shield appeared.

"Maybe you outgrew that one." Chris said hopefully.

"Don't have to sound so happy about it."

"Let's just keep throwing things at each other," Chris suggested warming to the idea.

"While we continue unpacking? It's not like demons are always going to let us know that they're attacking, right?" Wyatt turned to unpack another box and when Chris didn't answer, he turned around. "Chris?"

"What?" Said Chris' disembodied voice.

"Where are you?"

"Right here."

"Right where?"

"Here….holy…," in a shaky voice, "Wy, I just thought about surprise attacks and…I can't see me anymore."

"That makes two of us. So how do you get visible again?"

"I have no idea."

"Think about being visible, concentrate on it," Wyatt suggested. Then looked pleased when Chris shimmered back into focus. "Good to see you again." Suddenly he threw his arms out and hit Chris with a blast of energy. "Wow, you can go invisible but I can do….what the hell is that?"

Chris was picking himself up off the floor where the blast put him. "Alright, Wy, you're still a GOD. Let's just finish unpacking now."

"Hey, Chris, are you ok? I didn't mean to hurt you, little brother."

Chris grinned at Wyatt. "I almost feel sorry for the demons."

Just then, orbs settled on the only clear surface in the house. The blue lights fade to reveal a book.

"Hey, Wyatt, look at this." Chris opened the front cover; in side was a folded letter.

"I've asked your Aunt Paige to send this to you. The Book of Shadows has always helped us in the past and I would be a little less worried if you had your own copy. This book has all the spells the original has, plus, Phoebe, Paige and I consecrated and blessed it for you. It will keep you safe. Trust in the book and trust yourselves. Love, Mom."

"Consecrated?" Wyatt puzzled.

"Bled on it," Chris supplied.

"Gross." Wyatt said with a scrunched up face. "Wow, they wrote the whole book out in a few hours?" he asked, impressed.

"Nope, they did a spell, this book is the original. Or at least it's clone." Chris answered. "Bet everyone got one. Christmas came early for the children of the Charmed Ones."

"Cloning spell," Wyatt mused. The pages of the book turn on their own opening to the very spell used. Wyatt grinned, recognizing Phoebe's handwriting, "Guess you were right, baby brother." With a flip of his finger, from inches above the book, it closes.