(CADYN, CHRIS and WYATT are still discussing what to do when MELINDA and DYLAN walk back into the living room. They’re all standing around DEVON facing each other.)
CADYN: If we’re going to do that, Chris, we may as well just go down to the Underworld and shoot up everyone.
CHRIS: We’re running out of options, Cadyn!
(The doorbell rings and MELINDA jumps at the sound slightly.)
MELINDA: I’ll get it.
WYATT: There has to be something we’re overlooking.
(MELINDA leaves the living room and goes to the front door, pulling it open and looking up at the person on the other side. Seeing who it is her smile fades and she stares at them in disbelief, then calls over her shoulder.)
MELINDA: Woah… Cadyn!
(CADYN yells back from the living room.)
CADYN: What is it, Mel?
(MELINDA looks completely over her shoulder and yells back.)
MELINDA: There’s someone here to see you…
(CADYN comes through the living room to the foyer just as MELINDA lets the guest in and shuts the door behind him. When CADYN sees who it is she stops dead in her tracks.
DEVON: Would someone please tell me what’s going on?
(CHRIS comes in from the living room and runs into CADYN. He looks up and at DEVON, his brow furrowing.)
CHRIS: What’s the hold up, Cay—is that?
(CADYN nods slowly.)
CADYN: Yeah, that’s him.
CHRIS: But how?
(CADYN suddenly gets a look of understanding and turns to CHRIS.)
CADYN: His power. The one that’s active from birth. It has to be astral projection. That’s the only explanation.
DEVON: As— what?
CHRIS: That must be it. He doesn’t have control over it yet and the attack must have triggered it.
DEVON: Triggered what?
(CADYN suddenly turned to DEVON but ignored his question.)
CADYN: Devon, did you have any family members die recently?
DEVON: Huh? Uhm, yeah, my grandmother died about two weeks ago but I don’t see what that has to do with any of this.
CHRIS: She had his powers bound.
CADYN: This could work in our benefit. If we can teach him how to use his power—
(DEVON becomes frustrated and yells.)
DEVON: Hold up! Use my power? I don’t even know what my power is!
(CHRIS turns to DEVON and explains.)
CHRIS: You can astral project. It’s basically like an out of body experience. C’mere.
(CHRIS motions for DEVON to follow him into the living room and points to his sleeping body on the couch.)
DEVON: Woah. Am I… am I dead?
CHRIS: No, just asleep.
(WYATT, who has been looking at DEVON weird since he came in, finally speaks.)
WYATT: Where did he come from?
CHRIS: He rang the doorbell.
(WYATT catches on more quickly to DEVON’s power than the others did and looks to CHRIS.)
WYATT: Why didn’t we know he could do this until now?
CHRIS: Because it wasn’t triggered until the attack. That’s the only explanation Cadyn and I can figure.
(CADYN moves from beside DEVON to beside WYATT, looking at him with the first smile she’s had on her face the entire time.)
CADYN: This may just be the answer we were looking for, Wyatt. If we can teach Devon how to project on command we can fake his death. He’s alive and we make the demons think they’ve won this time. It works out almost perfectly.
(DEVON shakes his head and looks at CADYN like she’s crazy.)
DEVON: Wait, what? Fake my death?
CADYN: It’s our best option right now, Devon.
DEVON: But I’m not actually going to die right?
CHRIS: No, your body would still be here, at the manor. You would just project your thoughts with Cadyn.
DEVON: But I don’t even know how I did this projection thing.
WYATT: That’s why I’m going to teach you everything I know about it. But we’ve got to wake you up first.
(WYATT goes to a chest of drawers in the corner and opens one up. Reaching in, he pulls out a small pouch and goes over to sleeping DEVON. Kneeling beside him he waves the pouch under DEVON’s nose. Projection DEVON fades away and sleeping DEVON stirs slightly, his eyes fluttering open WYATT puts a hand on his shoulder to keep him from sitting up too fast.)
WYATT: Sit up slowly, there you go. Let’s go in the sunroom.
(WYATT helps him stand up and go into the sunroom. CADYN collapses into one of the chairs and sighs heavily, putting a hand to her forehead.)
CADYN: That was closer than I’d have liked.
CHRIS: I’m just glad we got a plan figured out that may just work.
(CADYN dropped her hand and looked at CHRIS.)
CADYN: You and me both. Though it doesn’t solve the problem of stopping the witch hunts, it just gets the demons off Devon’s trail.
(CHRIS sits on the arm of her chair and puts a hand on her shoulder.)
CHRIS: One step at a time, Cadyn. We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.
CADYN: Hopefully we can figure it out soon.
CHRIS: We could end it all quiet easily actually.
(CADYN looks up at CHRIS with her brow furrowed, but before she gets her original sentence out she relaxes and sighs exasperatedly.)
CADYN: Ho—Not this again. Chris, I thought you agreed it wasn’t a good idea to scry for them?
CHRIS: I didn’t agree with anything. Dylan knows who at least one of them is. Bet you didn’t know that.
CADYN: She does? Why doesn’t she just tell us who it is then?
CHRIS: The Elders won’t let her. They back-up the whole balance thing.
CADYN: See, I told you it was a bad idea.
CHRIS: But does it not bother you that the very people who are supposed to be protecting us are letting innocent witches and whitelighters die all to save some cosmic balance?
CADYN: It does a little, yes, but their job above all else is to protect that cosmic balance. We all come second to it no matter what. Good can’t exist without evil and vice versa.
CHRIS: Not true. After the Ultimate Battle there was no evil.
CADYN: That’s a lie and you know it, Chris. There’s always been evil. Only once was there not and your family quickly corrected that problem. In fact, it was when your mother was pregnant with you. There was no evil so no one knew what was good and what was bad. They went around prosecuting everyone and everything for the most trivial of things.
(CHRIS gets frustrated and stands up, walking away but biting his tongue.)
CADYN: Chris, don’t get mad because you know I’m right. Just accept it okay? Scrying for the Destined won’t solve anything and neither will getting all worked up about it. Just drop it.
(CHRIS snaps and turns on CADYN.)
CHRIS: That’s easy for you to do, isn’t it Cadyn? Just ignore that little part of you that’s screaming at you to save the innocents lives. You did it for fourteen years anyway.
(CHRIS suddenly stops and looks away, knowing he shouldn’t have said that, and prepares for the attack CADYN’s going to give him.)
CADYN: What are you getting at? Ignored it for fourteen years? Chris, I didn’t know what I was until I was fourteen! My mother kept it a well hid fact that I was a witch. Hell, she didn’t even tell me I was half whitelighter. My father had to show up, out of the blue mind you, to tell me that piece of information. I didn’t choose to not know who I was for so long so don’t you dare turn it around on me like that.
(CHRIS turns back to her and looks at her apologetically, kneeling in front of her, taking one of her hands in his.)
CHRIS: I didn’t… I didn’t mean it like that, Cade. I’m sorry.
(CADYN looks down at him skeptically but nods once.)
CADYN: Forgiven. But don’t ever call me out like that again.
(WYATT and DEVON enter the living room from the sunroom.)
WYATT: I think he’s ready.
(CADYN turns in her seat to look over the back of the chair and CHRIS stands up.)
DEVON: Or at least as ready as I’ll ever be.
CADYN: Alright. Let’s make a plan and then kick some demon butt.
(CADYN gets up from the chair and leads them all into the sun room.)