Attic Of Weirdness

Jp with Trustno1, mdman, and Cindy

In the attic, with your father. Sartre said in the chip.

Choi shrugged his shoulders. Perhaps it would be best to trail along to ensure a Dragon presence. As cryptic as Duane seemed, it would be best to have no secrets kept from the Dragons.

He marched up the steps, following Alyssa. Hopefully, they would get answers instead of aloof thoughts.

"You people have know idea what you are dealing with," said Duane. " I'm going to need the book of The Visions of Ede the Pious to stop these renegade cowboys from unleashing something way more dangerous than a Lich. I could also use the "End Rite" or that scalpel I saw Miss Halliwell carrying.”

Audible screams of anger could be heard from the porch below. As they reached the top of the stairs, Phoebe entered with tears in her eyes, obviously upset from an argument. "Miss Wilson, It's February 25th 1994." said Phoebe. Prue entered a few seconds later and headed directly towards her room. She cast Alyssa a vicious glare for some reason. It was noticeable that she had also been crying. Prue's bedroom door could be heard being slammed shut.

Why so much was directed at her personally, Alyssa had no idea. The two sisters had suddenly made her feel very unwelcomed, like she should crawl back into her van.

Alyssa though just rolled her eyes and said. "You know what, Phoebe. If you and your sister want me to leave, just say so. This passive-aggressive bullshit is really ridiculous." She didn't care that the two had been crying; there was no reason to direct anything at Alyssa personally.

Her cell vibrated, Alyssa pulled her phone out of her pocket and read for several moments. Truth was she had read what was sent three times. She stared at her phone in disbelief. Without another word she left the attic.

February 25th, 1994? That was 30 years ago. What does a date 30 years ago have to do with now? thought Choi.

Never fully understanding the female’s like of drama, Yeong remarked, “Someone’s angry. Not sure why they’re angry at the Little Hacker.”

Turning his attention back to the priest, Choi remarked, “We’re not opening the last book you mentioned. I don’t like that one. How would you know all those books are here?”

"I figured you are all capable investigators. I knew about all those books before Olivia Warren died over a week ago. I was looking for them before you got here." said Duane.

"We only have a certain amount of time before all hell breaks loose," said Duane.

“So, you were in the house before we were,” Choi stated. “You knew these books were here. So, did you open the End Rite? Did you see the events in there?”

Choi thought of the anger he saw on the Halliwell sisters’ faces. “While we’re at it, what happened thirty years ago that has them upset?”

"I have never been in this house before. And they aren't upset about February of 1994....... It's something more personal to one of them. What are the connections between recollections and premonitions? Things can become so chaotic that history can change in the blink of an eye." said Charles Duane.

Everyone in the room eventually blinked. Charles Duane was nowhere to be found. It was as if he had just vanished.

As a veteran agent Matt Wilson was able to keep his sense about him. He had seen strange things before, but he had never seen a person simply vanish like that.

Choi was able to realize he had seen a vanishing without questioning reality.

Matt knew Charles disappearing was not a good thing. It made him a little weary. Thoughts of the same thing happening to himself, again filled his mind for a moment. "I think we need to tell the others what just happened.”

Choi shook his head. For some reason, he knew this guy would slip through their fingers. He did once before.

“I’m glad you saw that,” Yeong stated. “Your daughter would never believe me. She’d think the Dragons sneaked him away for ourselves.”

Matt raised a brow, then a small grin crossed his lips. "She likely would at that." He paused. "I will go tell them. Everyone else is in the kitchen." With that he headed back downstairs.