Henry walked up the drive to his house, weary of the SUVs parked outside. He sighed, this was not good. There must be someone home, he thought as he reached the front door. Either that or they were just parked outside to wait for someone to come home. He smirked, obviously Paige wasn't home or she would be out there talking to them right now.

While it was true Piper, out of her sisters had the worst, Paige could have one hell of a temper if the situation called for it. And when he family was threatened, especially her kids the claws came out. "Anyone home?" He shouted placing his gun and badge on the table beside the door.

"Dad?"

Henry smiled at his son. "No it's Santa Claus. I'm here to find out what you want for Christmas." He smirked as he heard Junior running down the stairs.

Henry Jr skidded across the floor and smiled when he seen his dad. "Did you see them out there?" He asked glancing out the window to see if they were still there. "I can't believe them! This is insane. I mean, the only reason I knew they were there is because I walked home from school. If I had went on the bus, I never would have noticed them."

Henry nodded, "wait. Why didn't you go on the bus?"

"Umm," Henry Jr looked at his dad a shuddered. His parents had been together for way to long. Henry had his arms crossed, a frown on his face, and his arms crossed across his chest; an all to familiar look Henry Jr was used to getting from his mother.

He sighed, "I had a detention," he mumbled.

"Why did you have a detention?"

He looked at his father, "well you see. I was in Ms. Greene's class and there was this new girl in class and she didn't know what bus she had to go on, so I told her. But Ms. Greene caught me, are you sure she's not a demon? Because I didn't talk that loud, and she heard me. Some demons can hear really low sounds, so I think I should make a vanquishing pot-"

Henry cut his son off. "A girl?" Junior nodded. Henry smiled, "did you at least get her number?"

Henry Jr smiled and reached into his back pocket and pulled out a slip of paper with a number on it. "Why of course, she had to have someone to contact if she ever got lost again."

Henry smiled and wrapped an arm around his son. "You are truly my son," he said, a grin plastered on his face. "So this girl what does she look like?"

Henry Jr smiled and started describing her to his father, any news about his detention long gone from his father's mind, and his. At least his mother wouldn't find out, that's when he would have got grounded.

Piper took a deep breath; the shock of the sudden experience of her sons finally faded. She looked at Chris, "what do you mean someone messed up your future?" She asked looking at him carefully. This was the first time she had seen the adult version since the other one died. Looking at him she decided he didn't look as haunted as the one who had traveled back, but he had a look in his eyes telling her something was wrong. Once everything calmed down she would talk to him.

Chris shrugged, "I mean we don't know what happened," he looked at Wyatt then back to the past counter-parts of his family, "one minute is fine, we're kicking demon ass-"

Wyatt rolled his eyes, "actually I was kicking demon ass."

Chris turned his head and looked at his brother. "Oh pfft," wasn't he the one that had to get saved by his baby brother and sister, he thought to himself.

Grams pointed at the two, "watch your language." A voice that Chris knew all to well. When they were growing up Grams used to come down along with their Grandmother when Chris would summon them sometimes when his nightmares got to him. But there was one rule, you did not use bad language in front of Grams.

Chris shook his head at the grin Wyatt had on his face, "sorry Grams."

Wyatt blinked for a minute and then leaned down to his brother, "Grams? As in the Grams?" He frowned.

Chris looked at his brother, "yeah," he said a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Knowing Wyatt didn't have his powers, he still sent him a telepathic message. "Yes the Grams. God Wyatt, how you managed to pass school and run P3 still amazes me. You're worse than Aunt Phoebe sometimes."

Wyatt didn't say anything but gave his brother a dirty look.

Patty held up her hands, "confused. Are these my future Grand-kids? Or yours?" She asked pointing at her daughters.

Phoebe smiled, "no, yours."

Patty nodded, "oh." She looked at Wyatt and Chris. "Hi." They both waved, Wyatt once again having a huge grin on his face. Which was really getting on Chris' nerves. Usually he didn't read his brother's thoughts, and Wyatt didn't read his, but this was getting ridiculous. If he didn't get back on track he could remain powerless for all he cared. Thankfully their mom saved them.

Piper smiled and laughed slightly. "As you were saying?"

Wyatt shrugged and sounded a little reluctant. "Suddenly in all the fighting everything changed." Damn right it did, you had to get saved by Chris and Mel, getting Chris injured in the process. His eyes wandered down to where Chris' wound was covered by his shirt.

Chris nodded, "and the demons started kicking our ass." He seen the look Grams was giving him and closed his eyes. "Butts." Grams nodded in approval. "Just because Wyatt lost his powers."

Wyatt's mouth dropped and he looked at his brother. Oh now it's my fault? What happened to me not being the one kicking demon ass? He was about to comment, but his mother sent a question his way. But he would have a talk with his brother after this.

Piper frowned, "wait. How did you loose your powers?"

Wyatt shrugged slightly, "that's the thing. We don't know."

Chris nodded, "so we cast a spell to bring us to where they were lost. And it brought us here, " Wyatt noticed the disappointed tone in his brother's voice. He smirked, maybe they knew more of what happened in the other future. "To you," Chris finished.

Patty swayed her head, "maybe we messed up something without realising it."

Grams nodded, "well with all the jumping around we've done, it's a wonder everything isn't messed up."

Piper shook her head. "No it has to be Billie and Christie. They used the hollow to steal his powers." Her eyes narrowed, "I'm going to kill them."

Wyatt almost choked. Billie? As in Aunt Billie? The one that would babysit him and his cousins when their parents were busy. The one that basically lived at the manor when she wasn't teaching. That Billie?!

Paige nodded, "well before you do that. we have to get Wyatt's powers back, otherwise there's not going to be a future to save." She smirked when she seen the victorious look Wyatt gave Chris, and the scowl Chris sent back to his brother. Ah-ha, she thought. There are no therapists in the future.

Phoebe nodded, "well I think the only way to do that is to go back and stop them."

Chris groaned. More time traveling? His brother was so lucky Chris liked having a brother. Because at this rate, Wyatt was more trouble than he was worth. This was the second time Chris had come back in time for Wyatt. And it was getting repetative. Wyatt was on his own from now on he decided. But he knew if there was a way to help Wyatt and that was jumping through time, he would be the first to volunteer. But that didn't mean he was going to admit that out loud.

Grams frowned, "but how do we know exactly when to go back to."

"I'll know," Wyatt said, causing his whole family to look at him, especially his brother. Am I really that bad, he thought to himself. If he was, it was a wonder he was still alive with the tempers in his family. "Or at least I'm hoping little Wyatt will jog my memory."

Piper nodded, "well he's at dad's." Noticing Chris' smirked she rolled her eyes. "I mean Grandpa's. Do you remember how to get there?"

Chris nodded, "yeah, absolutely." He avoided Wyatt's eyes because he knew his brother was going to start with the questioning again as soon as they got away from the manor.

Patty stood up. "I'll go too."

Phoebe paled. "But-but dad is going to be there," she stuttered.

Patty began fixing her clothes. "I know." She pouted, "I miss him." She smiled, "besides I'm wondering what he looks like at this age."

Piper walked over and sat on the couch. "She, uh, she doesn't know."

Grams leaned forward. "apparently I hadn't chased him away yet."

Patty looked around, "wait. What are you-" She frowned, "what don't I know?"

Paige rolled her eyes and looked away. Piper sighed, "Alright, everybody go. But hurry back if you find anything."

Suddenly Coop hearted in and seen Phoebe. His world momentarily stopped, she was alive and sitting right there in front of him. The woman he loved, and the woman he knew loved him back. They just needed this mess to be sorted out so they could talk. He smiled, "Phoebe,"he whispered in awe, the fact she was alive still not kicking in. He glared at Piper, "Thanks a lot for telling me she's alive."

Piper rolled her eyes and handed him the ring, "you're welcome."

Wyatt smiled to himself. "Uncle Coop," he muttered to himself. But apparently it was loud enough for everyone else to hear because all eyes focused on him.

Coop looked at Wyatt with shock on his face and Chris began shaking his head at his brother. Wyatt covered his mouth to prevent him from saying anything else.

Chris moaned and hit his brother, no. His brother did not just do that. Please tell me he didn't do that. He kept praying to himself, but he knew his brother did once Aunt Phoebe spoke. He was in the past for 15 months! 15 months and he managed to keep his identity secret for at least 7. But his brother? Oh no! He says something after being there for no more than 5 minutes! And it wasn't just anything. It was 'Uncle Coop' of all things.

"Uncle Coop?" Phoebe asked.

Wyatt just looked at Chris with pleading eyes. He didn't mean that. Honestly he didn't. How was he suppose to know they weren't together yet. It was about the right time. He remembered the year they met Aunt Billie they got married, so he couldn't be that far off. Could he?

"What?" Phoebe asked and Wyatt only shrugged. She officially like Chris' saying of 'future consequences' more now. She and Coop shared a look.

Piper frowned. "Alright everyone out. Now."

Chris quickly touched his Grandmother's shoulder, knowing that tone all to well. And orbed out, because he had no intention in finding out he was grounded when he got home.

In the Future.

Phoebe and Ally ran up the stairs towards the attic. Reaching the attic she seen Prue and Melinda flipping through the book furiously.

Ally swayed on the spot and began rubbing her head. "Okay, stop thinking so hard and please, please keep all emotions to yourself."

Prue stopped flipping through the book and looked at her baby sister, "emotions?" She asked then she looked at her mother, "Ally got a new power?"

Phoebe nodded, "empathy. That's why we were heading up here, so I could make her a potion. Now, why are you two up here? What happened?"

"Nothing," Melinda squeaked, never looking up from the book. But she knew none of them would believe her, hell she didn't believe herself. She was a terrible liar. Some would even go as far as to argue her being worst than Phoebe at keeping secrets, but that took a lot of skill.

"Liar," Ally hissed sitting on the couch.

Prue sighed, "we were fighting demons only..." she looked at Mel for help.

Mel sighed, "Wyatt lost his powers so he and Chris cast a spell to find out where he lost it and they went poof."

Phoebe froze. Wyatt lost his powers, and he and Chris went to find out where too. Then it clicked, they went to the past to where Billie took Wyatt's powers. She nodded, "oh. No worries that was supposed to happen." She sighed and walked over to the book looking for the potion, "they're currently in 2006."

Mel's mouth dropped with a 'pop.' "The past? They got to go to the past?" She shouted, "that is so unfair. I wanted to go, but they said it would be dangerous! How come they always get to time travel? I mean honestly this is getting repetative and ridiculous."

Phoebe smirked, "Prue, honey. Why don't you go to the restaurant and tell Piper before she comes home and blows the manor up some how."

Prue nodded, she would do anything that got her away from Mel at that moment. That girl was creepy when she was pissed, and not getting to go to the past? It was safe to say that she wasn't shutting up anytime soon.

"OW, God Damn it!" Izzie cursed furiously as she accidentally cut herself with the knife she was using to peel the potatoes. This wasn't the first time though. Oh no, she was all to familiar with this particular knife. It was jinxed she decided, no doubt in her mind. The kitchen was attacking her. She frowned, this is why I eat take-out or leave the cooking to Aunt Piper or Chris. Or Prue, she decided. Her older sister was more than capable of cooking too, probably because she spent so much time with Chris as children.

Suddenly there was a knocking at the door. Izzie huffed and walked to the door. She prayed it was the pizza guy, she had caved at the pressure of cooking supper a half hour ago, and if that was him she got her pizza free. Stopping to look in the mirror she frowned her long curly hair was pulled back into a messy bun that was slowly falling into her face and she had flour on her nose. Which no matter how hard she wiped it, it would not leave.

Deciding her appearance wasn't going to get any better she opened the door, only to reveal Bianca.

Bianca sighed, "about damn time." She walked into the condo and fell onto the sofa. "I hate Home Land Security,"she groaned as Izzie came to sit beside her. She looked up at Izzie, "have they been following you? And why the hell are they following me? What the hell did I ever to to them?"

Izzie laughed, "you're dating my cousin," she stated. Only to laugh when Bianca rolled her eyes. "But you knew this would happen. If they're coming after us that means they're going to follow us and anyone involved with us."

Bianca nodded, "but still. I can't shimmer anywhere. And it was just my luck I didn't take my car this morning meaning I had to walk. So I came here, I hope that's okay."

Izzie laughed and looked at Bianca's heels. "Yeah those shoes weren't meant for walking long distances."

Suddenly the phone rang and Bianca held out her hand and conjured it to her hand only to have Izzie hit on the head as she walked back into the kitchen.

Bianca pressed talk and held the phone against her ear. "Hello?" She spoke into the phone anxiously.

"Bianca?" Phoebe's voice came from the other side. "What are you doing there? Never mind, is Izzie there?"

Bianca nodded then realised Phoebe couldn't see her (A/N: I do that all the time). "Yeah she's in the kitchen attempting to cook God knows what. You want to talk to her?"

Phoebe sighed, "yeah. Please it would be such a big help."

Bianca held the phone at arms length. "ISABELLE!" Hearing Izzie mumble something along the lines of one sec, Bianca groaned. "Why do you need to talk to her? Is something wrong?"

Izzie walked through the door that led her to the kitchen and held out her hand. "Mom?" She asked into the phone. Izzie held her breath as her mother rambled on about what was happening, while trying to avoid Bianca who was trying to listen in. "Is she okay?" This only increased Bianca's curiosity. "They what?" She screeched. "Okay, I'll talk to you later." With that she hung up.

Bianca frowned. "What happened? Is who okay? Who did what? And why isn't your mom home?"

Izzie rolled her eyes and headed back into the kitchen. "Ally got empathy today and locked herself in the basement," she stated as she started peeling the potatoes again. "And your idiotic boyfriend and possible future brother-in-law," which resulted in Bianca throwing flour in Izzie's face. "Are in 2006 because Wyatt lost his powers somehow."

Suddenly there was another knock at the door. Bianca looked at Izzie. "Who was at the manor?"

Izzie bit her lip as they continued knocking. "Prue, Mel, mom and Ally."

Bianca nodded, "and Chris and Wyatt were." She frowned as she motioned for Izzie to stay there, although the younger of the two didn't listen. "Who is it?"

"Pizza."

Izzie nodded and Bianca opened the door. The only problem was, it wasn't the pizza guy. Standing in front of her there was a guy roughly around Wyatt's age in a black suit and a gun pointed at her. "Home Land Security ladies. Don't even move."

Meanwhile in the past.

Wyatt and Chris walked into the room where his Grandpa had said their mini versions were. When they entered the room he saw little Chris sleeping peacefully in a crib with wuevy in his hands while Wyatt was snuggled down on the bed.

Chris froze as he saw the baby version of his older brother who wasn't looking so much like a baby any more. He smiled slightly as he watched his older brother sleep, their dad had managed to save him. Though he knew that from his version of Wyatt, still seeing the younger one made Chris smile, knowing that his- or at least the other Chris' death wasn't in vain.

Wyatt immediately noticed the younger version of his baby brother and smiled, once again forgetting why they were there. But his baby brother was just so cute, and he never had a chance to play with baby Christopher a couple of months ago when he traveled back. Although by his younger self's age and Chris' apparent age in this time, a year had passed in the least. Seeing his baby brother cuddled into his favorite toy as a child; wuevy.

Wyatt looked over to Chris and smirked, "told you I shared him when I was younger."

Wyatt's voice brought Chris out of his thoughts. He looked at Wyatt, "never said you didn't. But you have to admit that Teddy is about to do a lot of orbing back and forth between us," he whispered as he quietly walked past little Wyatt.

Chris walked over to Wyatt and seen Wyatt looking at his baby version, though the situation was werid to him. He sighed, "Wyatt, we're here to talk to mini you. The last thing we need is for mini me to wake up and see two strange people lurking over him. God knows you say I'm paranoid enough as it is."

Wyatt smirked and reached down and stroked little Chris' head. Smiling as the baby version of his brother leaned into his touch. Wyatt looked at his brother and reached over to pinch his cheeks. "Awe, you were so cute, what happened?"

Chris smacked Wyatt's hand away. "Of course I was cute. I am still cute," he hissed defensively. He smiled smugly, "me and Mel got the good looks. We look like mom."

Wyatt glared his brother and went to retort something back as they were about to continue the life-long debate over who were the better looking ones. Hearing a noise he looked down and watched at little Chris began to wake up.

He squirmed slightly and yawned as he balled up his tiny fists only to re-open them. Slowly sitting up Chris opened eyes only to look at the strangers in his room.

Wyatt stared into the Jade orbs of his baby brother and smiled. He stepped closer to his brother, but stopped when Chris put a hand on his back as he heard an all to familiar voice.

"Who are you?"

Chris looked back to see little Wyatt sitting up on the bed looking at the two strangers standing by his baby brother; the brother his mommy had told him he needed to always protect.

Little Wyatt met Chris' eyes (baby version), "Chris!" He called out, his voice filled with panic and concern and authority at the same time. It was really easy to see how that little boy would grow into the over-protective 25 year old in the room.

Little Chris giggled and orbed beside his older brother.

Chris rolled his eyes and glared at his Wyatt, "I told you that you've always been over protective. But would you listen? No!"

Wyatt rolled his eyes at his brother and walked towards the baby Chris, only to have his younger version crawl in front of (Little) Chris.

“Mine.” (Little) Wyatt declared as he placed his hand on baby Chris’ arm.

Chris rolled his eyes and walked past his older brother and kneeled in front of (little) Wyatt. "Don't worry buddy. We wont hurt you," seeing (Little) Wyatt's skeptical look, Chris held up his hand in defense. "Or Chris. Believe me, you couldn't be safer." Chris smiled, "aw, come on buddy don't you remember me? I lived at the manor before Chris was born, I was at your first Birthday, and I use to read to you all the time." Okay, it wasn't him him, but he remembered it. That had to count for something, and Chris really didn't see any other way to earn (little) Wyatt's trust,.

Wyatt's mouth dropped as he heard what his younger brother did for him when he was in the past last time. He smiled, even though he was apparently some evil tyrant in another time-line, that Chris had traveled back to save him.

Little Wyatt frowned. "Chris?"

Chris laughed, "yeah. It's me. I missed you little guy. But I need a big favor okay?" Little Wyatt nodded. "Did you see anyone new yesterday? Did you talk to anyone?"

Little Wyatt looked at Chris with a guilty expression on his face.

Chris smiled, "I promise I wont be mad Wyatt. And I know mom wont be made either."

"A man came."

Chris nodded, "what did he want?"

"To help mommy."

Chris sighed. "Did he take you somewhere?"

Little Wyatt nodded. "Attic. Aunt Billie said I was helping mommy."

Chris narrowed his eyes but nodded. "How did you get back? Did they bring you?"

Little Wyatt shook his head and a proud expression formed on his face. "Chris!"

Wyatt chuckled and walked over towards them, laughing as his younger version seemingly glared at him. "Chris orbed you home?" Little Wyatt nodded.

Chris nodded, "anything else?" Little Wyatt shook his head. Chris stood up and patted his (baby) older brother on the head. "You did little guy. You kept your promise."

With that Chris left the room and Wyatt followed quickly behind. He placed a hand on his younger brother, relieved he didn't tense like he did a few days ago. "What promise?"

Chris smiled and looked back at the younger version of Wyatt who was playing happily with his baby brother. "He took care of the family."

Peyton laughed as she walked along with a new guy that just joined her college today. He was three years older, but he had only wanted someone to show him around campus, and then they began walking around San Francisco. She was actually having a great time, they had grabbed a coffee and then they just got to talking.

But throughout her whole date, if that's what it was, she wasn't really sure. Peyton was weary of the 21-year-old boy she was with. He didn't seem like a bad guy, she just had a bad feeling in her stomach. She assumed it was just because the whole Home Land Security thing had her nerves fried.

"Are you okay?" Andrew asked as they walked along.

Peyton nodded, but then realised they had walked to a secluded area. Looking around she noticed no one was around her. She had a really bad feeling about this. Her instincts were basically screaming from the roof tops 'get out of there' but she couldn't. She didn't know where they had wondered too, and she couldn't very well orb out on the guy.

"I'm fine," she lied looking around once again. She tensed as he felt his hand on her back. She had a really bac feeling about this now.

Andrew stopped and smiled at her, their faces inches apart. "I had a great time."

Peyton nodded slightly, still looking for a way to escape if something bad happened. I could always call Mom, Henry, Patience or a cousin she reasoned with herself. She was perfectly okay.

Andrew smiled, "which is why I'm really sorry I have to do this."

Before she could ask him what he meant, he had her pushed up against the wall and his hands wrapped firmly around her neck. Struggle as she may, there was no way of getting free of his grip. She tried to get a telepathic message to her family, but the pain was to much. She could barely breathe let alone think.

She suddenly began seeing black spots in her vision. She was going to pass out. Loosing her strength her eyes began drifting closed, but she could still hear what Andrew was saying to her.

"Really am sorry about this. But orders are orders. And like I would actually be attracted to something like you."

And then that's when Peyton saw it. Looking down she seen the badge. Dammit, she cursed in her head. The guy was Home Land Security. Next time, she thought miserably, I go with my instincts. Exposure be damned.

Bianca was about to attack the offending guard, but there was no way for her to get an attack in without him shooting her or Izzie. Seeing the guard shift his attention from her to Izzie, she knocked the gun out of his hand and kicked him square into the abdomen.

She looked at Izzie, "get out of her," she hissed. She wasn't running from this, anyone said anything to her later it was her Pheonix side taking over.

Izzie frowned. "I can't teleport."

Bianca frowned as she seen the Agent begin to move. She held out her hand to conjure his gun away from him, but her powers weren't working either. Did whatever happen to Wyatt spread?

The Agent stood up and smirked. "How does it feel?" He asked looking at them with a smug expression on his face as three more Agents walked in behind him. "Being like one of us. Normal."

Bianca began backing up as they advanced on her and Izzie. She frowned and whispered. "Any other way out of here?"

Izzie kept her eyes on the Agents. "No we're to high up to jump, but if we can get to the fire escape we might have a chance."

Bianca nodded, "I want you to run there. Now," she hissed.

Izzie shook her head, "Phoenix or not you can't take all four. Especially not without your powers. And I am not risking facing Chris' wrath."

The Agent smirked, "we have the place surrounded, you have no way out. So wouldn't it be better to come quietly?"

Izzie looked around, "how did you do it? How did you take away our ... gifts?"

Another Agent snorted. "Gifts? You are nothing but freaks. And we set up devices around your house. Apparently you can block ones magic. We had another witch help us out on that little device." He smirked, "it's amazing what a witch would do to protect her children."

Damn straight, Izzie thought. Wait until her Aunts and parents found out about this. Any truces they had with the Feds would be long gone and these guys' lives were going to get a hell of a lot harder.

One of the Agents, who was overly large, grabbed a table that was close by, picking it up by one leg and hurling it at the two. They both managed to dive out of the way in time, but without their powers they were going to have to fight their way out of here. This was going to get messy.

Standing up, Izzie managed to turn just in time to see an agent swing a punch her way. Dodging it, she landed one of her own sending the agent back slightly. "Didn't your mother tell you it isn't nice to hit girls?" She hissed as he landed a kick to her stomach, sending her to to the ground.

Bianca was attacked by the agent that had been at the door. Bianca circled the agent carefully, looking for any form of weakness. All she needed was one opening. Seeing him approach her, she waited to see what he was planning to do. The man lunged at Bianca knocking her to the ground.

Bianca struggled with the man on top of her, but he was too heavy for her to push off. Struggling to get free, she tried to sheild herself from the punches he was throwing but it was no use. The agent grabbed her hair, and banged her head against the floor. Feeling disoriented, Bianca was barely aware of the Agent standing up and aiming his gun at her.

Izzie watched as the agent got ready to take a shot at Bianca. Seeing the other three men advance on her, she stood up and sprinted towards the man aiming the gun at her friend and tackled him to the ground. Rolling off of him, she went to run, but wasn't able to move fast enough as another agent caught her and shoved her into a wall. She fought the was of dizziness that accompanied the hit and jabbed the agent in the throat.

He winced momentarily, but still had Izzie pinned to the wall and adjusted his grip on her throat as he lifted her off the ground. Izzie could feel her feet dangling as he choked her as another guard approached her from the side. She felt her air supply lessen as she struggled, but the guy was at least a foot and a half taller than her and at least a hundred pounds more. Seeing past the agent she seen Bianca on the other side of the room trying to gain her footing and retaliate, but she was taking a beating in the process. She wasn't fairing that well at all.

Bianca fell to the ground from the force of the agent's fist; she was definitely not doing so well. She had been trying to gain her footing, but her head was killing her. She dodged one of the punches, but couldn't recover quick enough to avoid one to her side. She winced as she heard a crack, great a cracked rib. Trying to get on all fours, she got kicked again and went flying back.

The Agent smirked as the two fell into unconsciousness. They had put up a good fight. Wiping some blood from his lip, he frowned. The two witches would pay for that later. He looked to his men, "through them in the truck."

A few minutes later The two unconscious witches were thrown into the back of a black van that was parked in an alley beside the apartment. The doors were slammed shut, and the van sped away.

To Be Continued...