#chris&open

it's disorienting to be brewing a potion in your mother's kitchen one minute and standing in a random alley the next - though not entirely unusual for a halliwell. still, stepping into the sun on the street of a city that was definitely not san francisco had chris scratching his head and panicking a perfectly reasonable amount.

he stopped the first normal looking stranger passing by on the sidewalk with a wave and quick apology. "crazy question. i'm acknowledging that, which hopefully makes it a little less crazy sounding." he paused, but not long enough for any sort of reassurance from the stranger. "could you tell me where i am? and what year it is?"