Felicia searches for a spell.

She finds one, and Warren elects to read over her shoulder.

"I should be able to cast it. I've tried spells I remember, and they worked."

"And you're confident that you won't turn into antimatter and explode?"

"I'm never fully confident about that. It keeps life interesting."

"Well, good luck?"

He reads the spell.

"Guiding spirits, I ask your charity. Lend me your focus and clarity. Lead me to the one I cannot find, restore that and my peace of mind."

The book glows, and he orbs...

...across the room, to Theo.

"...close enough. The Elders won't whine to you guys about us, anyway. Good enough for me."

"So you have to protect me now, right?"

"Don't push it."

"Please don't. Their success rate can't be 100% and failure would make Felicia sad."

"I'm not going to get your boyfriend killed. What kind of Whitelighter would that make me?"

"I was talking to Theo."

"I'll be good. I think that's all we need him for, right?"

"Sure, I'll go. Call me if you need me. Anything else, Halliwells?"

"Not for now."

"Thank you."

Away he goes.

"So. Now what?"

"Well, we prepare for when both good and evil sources come knocking."

"I have some contacts we might be able to use. It could get touchy now that I'm not Evil, but I can think of one or two who I'd trust not to rat me out or kill me."

"Uh... how much being evil influences their ability to understand incentives and the benefits of trust and the like?"

"They're not stupid enough to burn bridges until they know exactly how far gone I am. If they realize I'm going to oppose almost everything they do, they might."

"And the thought of becoming good is very aversive?"

"Depends on the demon. I don't think there's anything you could have offered to convince me."

They nod. Felicia hugs Theo. "Who is most likely to find out and how do we prepare against them?"