Day 29 - Morning
Who: Chris, Tonks, Merope, Jack, Selene. [Open to rescuers should any happen their way]
What: Another day locked up and toyed with.
Where: Carnival cage.
When: Day 29 - Morning, shortly after sunrise.
Rating: PG, likely to change.
Status: Active.


It was the sunlight that made the whitelighter stir, the warmth a foreign feeling after the constant moonlight of the day before. He was slow to open his eyes though, as two going on three days of no food and water were wearing on him. That, and stress, and having his powers stripped almost to the bone.

His mind drifted to Piper and the previous day's events but his memory felt almost tinged. As he forced himself to wake up more Chris could pick up on the presence of a witch, but it didn't feel like his mother. That seemed a little strange, given she had still been there when he passed out, but it was really no stranger than him waking up to find Piper there in the first place. Logic began to nag at him that he imagined her or some other trick was done, but Chris was in no mood for it. He cracked his eyes open, just enough to verify that the sun was in fact out, and then squeezed them shut, keeping his back to the others in the cage. He didn't want to open his eyes and see that Piper wasn't there, or that she was and was trapped and stripped of her powers like he was. He didn't want to see if there was some new horrible thing waiting for them.

Chris never thought the day would come but... but he almost missed the mildly apocalyptic world he knew so well, where demons roamed freely on the mortal plane and his brother shaped the world to his whim, hunting witches and ruling over the humans. At least there Chris knew what to expect. Here he couldn't seem to save himself, let alone anyone else.