Ever wondered what waking up in a cemetery was like? It wasn't fun, that's for sure. Chris' eyes flutter opened and he gasped, sitting up straight, and crawling away from the grave he'd been on. Where the hell was he? How'd he get here? Chris sprang to his feet, staring at the unfamiliar graveyard, and stood there dumbfounded. "How did I get here?" This looked nothing like San Francisco. It just felt wrong. Worse? He couldn't even sense his family -- and that wasn't a good thing.
"Paige," he shouted, calling for his aunt. "Paige!" Nothing. For just a moment, he thought maybe he'd been sent here as some kind of test. Perhaps the Elders wanted him to do something. Maybe this was part of his mission. If that was the case, wouldn't they allow for his own whitelighter to come and give him the low down? Paige usually didn't follow the rules. Well, so long as it didn't upset the balance of all magic. So, when his call went unanswered, it caused him a bit of worry.
He closed his eyes and concentrated. Maybe? If he felt out hard enough, he'd feel them. Which was sad, because if he'd been paying attention, he would've noticed the thing creeping out of the shadows, silently moving toward him.