It's all the same, only the names will change
Everyday it seems we're wasting away
Another place where the faces are so cold
I'd drive all night just to get back home

His radio was playing and he sighed. Placing his hands behind his back he stared at the ceiling. Trying to remember everything what happened last night, in his dream. Well not actually a dream but very close. Replaying it in his head he sighed. Turning his head to see what time it actually was he groaned. "It's freaking 8 am. Why did I even set the alarm that early?"

I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive

Sometimes I sleep, sometimes it's not for days
And the people I meet always go their separate ways
Sometimes you tell the day
By the bottle that you drink
And times when you're all alone all you do is think

Hearing the lyrics from the song he sighed. There was actually some kind of familiarity in the song. Turning his head back to the ceiling he wondered what he should do now. Tell his grandfather what happened? Call for Wyatt again? Make some spells? Get his powers back?

I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive

I walk these streets, a loaded six string on my back
I play for keeps, 'cause I might not make it back
I been everywhere, still I'm standing tall
I've seen a million faces an I've rocked them all

Sitting straight up in his bed he swung his legs over the edge. He rubbed his eyes and scanned the room. 'Better get dressed first' He thought. Yawning he looked at his alarm again where the last lyrics of the song were played and he frowned.

I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive
I'm a cowboy, I got the night on my side
I'm wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive

He reached out his hand to turn the alarm off. It was kinda weird how most of those lines applied on the situation. Was this a signal from Patricia? Unless she could possess a DJ it was. Shaking his head he walked to the closet and got a pair of jeans and a shirt out. Putting them on he walked out of the room, downstairs. He already smelled food. He smiled that he wasn't the only one getting out so early, now he didn't have to make his own breakfast. His grandfather was a better cook anyway. He wondered if his mom got her talents from him. He entered the kitchen but he startled when he saw that it wasn't his grandfather who was standing behind the stove. "Hello?" Chris said questioningly.

The older woman turned around and gave him a smile. "You must be Chris. I'm Helen, I live next door. Well not exactly next door but you get my drift." She turned back to the stove where she was baking pancakes and waffles. "Would you like some breakfast?"

Chris wasn't sure what to do so he sat down at the table and nodded. "I guess that's a yes?" The woman said to him not looking up from her pan. Chris his eyes were filled with question marks. Had she seen that he had nodded? And who was she exactly. At that moment his grandfather came walking into the kitchen.

"Goodmorning to you all." Victor said extremely chipper.

"Goodmorning…" Chris mumbled still staring at the woman.

"Goodmorning Victor, your grandson is a bit dumbfound as you can see." Helen said laughing softly as she saw Chris his face.

"Yes he tend to have that sometimes. Chris stop staring it's not polite." Victor said grinning. Walking up to the stove he gave Helen a kiss on her cheek. "So what are you making? Ah waffles and pancakes."

Chris closed his mouth when he realized that he wasn't only staring but his mouth had dropped open some too. "Did I miss something?" He said to himself when he saw his grandfather giving Helen a kiss on her cheek. The two older people turned around smiling. "No you didn't Chris. I haven't told anybody about Helen yet." Victor said smiling.

"I need coffee." Chris mumbled. Seeing a mug appear in front of his nose he immediately took it to his mouth "That's personal ga…" He didn't finish his sentence as he realized that somebody in this room had conjured him a mug of coffee and he was pretty sure his grandfather wasn't magical and he didn't have any powers anymore. Putting the mug down he stared at the couple standing by the stove. "Ok what's going on. Did you just conjure a mug of coffee?" Chris blurted out not thinking about the fact that it could be a mistake and Helen was non-magical.

"Yes I did, you asked for it didn't you?" Helen said grinning softly after seeing Chris his surprised look. "And yes I know it's personal gain but I wanted to make sure you knew I was a witch too." Helen said on a soft tone now.

Chris stared at her it explained how she knew he nodded. Why was his grandfather involved with a witch? He thought that he and grandma split up because of the reason she was a witch and he couldn't handle it. Turning his gaze towards his grandfather he saw the happy face. He didn't want to question them and make some kind of trouble out of this so he took a sip from his coffee before he spoke.

"You could have told me you know, personal gain always bites you in the ass." Chris replied taking another sip from his coffee.

"You're right but I know what I'm doing, trust me." She gave him a wink and turned back to the stove. "Why don't you sit down at the table Victor and I'll bring you and Chris some of these pancakes and waffles." Victor nodded and walked over to the table to join his grandson.

Helen walked over with two plates filled with pancakes and waffles. Placing them on the table she frowned. "Victor sweetie could you go and get some syrup."

"Sure…" He stood up and walked out of the kitchen to the storage room.

"So did the locket work?" Helen said out of nowhere.

Chris almost choked on his coffee when he heard her question. "You placed it in the woods?" He said when he stopped coughing. "Yes I did, so did it work?" She asked again.

"What do you mean did it work?" He asked suspiciously, wondering how much she knew about his sister being gone. "I mean did your sister contact you?"

"Yes she did, how did you know that?" Chris said still being suspicious about this all.

"I just know." She said giving him a slight smile.

Chris frowned. "So maybe you can help me?"

"No I can't help you. The only person who can is your brother."

Chris sniffed when she mentioned his brother. "Wyatt doesn't want to help me. He doesn't even believe me or trust me."

"He does trust you Chris, he just needs to find it back. You'll find a way to make him believe." Helen gave him a reassuring smile and Chris just stared at her. How did she know all of this? Was she psychic or something? Before he could ask his grandfather came back inside the kitchen with the syrup. 'Bad timing' he thought returning his grandfather smile.

"Already in a better mood I see?" Victor sat down again and started to eat from his breakfast. Chris just stuck to his coffee. He had to find a way to convince his brother and find out who Helen exactly was. She knew to much about this then she was telling him.

"I have some stuff to do. I'll see you later grandpa. Nice meeting you Helen." Chris stood up and walked out of the room. Heading for his bedroom he closed the door behind him. "Wyatt…" He said a bit louder. He waited a few minutes and raised his voice a bit more "Wyatt!"