Wyatt had been busy making sure all the members of the magical community that lived in the bay area were fine. Some were, and some weren't, and he'd spent his day making sure that they all had managed to keep things where they belonged. The worst possible thing that could happen would be for the carefully erected barriers between magical and non magical areas remained intact.
He'd hate for someone to stumble into the demonic markets that were in Golden Gate Park. It was shocking enough that the city looked so different from what he was used to. He'd dared to orb to the top of the Golden Gate bridge, only to see the tangled and broken wreck that now was laid before him.
As much as he would have magically liked to have helped, he just couldn't, as this wasn't a matter for magic. Nature had spoken, and it was up to people to rebuild things in the normal manner.
He'd heard his brother calling, and as usual, he began to ignore it. He was used to the tone of his brother's voice, and he was just probably itching to show off, or for a fight or something. He loved Chris dearly, but he constantly had to prove he was capable. Wyatt didn't know why - he respected Chris and all his abilities. He wouldn't want to give his brother the burden of his own powers.
Eventually, when he heard Chris talking about charges, and he hear Mel's sweet call, he orbed back home. He heard his brother's sarcastic words, even as he knelt down to heal the woman. He chose to ignore his brother, and cast his hands over her.
"What happened?" he asked, all serious and businesslike. As his hands glowed over her chest, he channelled all his desire to heal into his hands, watching as the warm glow suffused her, and her colour returned.
When she started to come to, Wyatt took a closer look at her face. "I didn't know you had a new charge..." Wyatt stopped mid sentence as he realised who she looked like. He turned to his brother, hoping he could give him some answers. "Chris, do you know who she looks like?"