Alex was panicking inside now, but took a few breaths to stay calm. This was dangerous! He knew his mother's power. And his father's. Just one wrong move. Or hell, one too many cocky remarks. Why did he even agree to this? Oh, right. Because it was the best way. And it was also his idea anyway. Or partly. "Umm, well.. finding you was really Patty's idea. I was gonna just ask the board. Buuuut... turns out we can scry. It's a witch thing we can do. But another reason I found you both, I'm just that awesome." He didn't move toward either of them, since he knew any sudden motion might provoke a reaction he didn't want. And to think, grounding was the worst he had been worried for. He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. "You named Patricia after your mother. She was killed by a warlock named Jeremy, and that always affected you.. and you have this issue with death about family."
He added, looking at Damien, then back to Prue. "Well.. ah, the demon thing. Sort of. I mean, technically my grandpa is Satan. So I'm kind of a demon. And my dad is the Antichrist. By the way, Pop, you have a 666 mark under your scalp. So, erm.. I'm half witch and Antichrist too. Err, but, umm.. uhh, it's all good cuz I'm not the Source of All Evil? Of Rock, maybe Source of Coolness and Good Looks, but not Evil. Except that time I jokingly offered to bring disco back." He started breathing a little heavy at that moment, then took a breath to keep control, clenching and un-clenching his fists repeatedly, holding firmly to the couch nearby to keep control. He had to hurry soon. "This? Astral projection. But.. uhh.. body in Lawrence. It's straining. Never been this far away. Patty said you can do a transport spell, maybe for your car too? Not just me and her. So many others here with us. But, umm, basically you all won and sent Satan back to the Pit."