[That's when the weird thing about Chris' voice clicks. The fact that it doesn't even sound like Chris clicks. Prue's eyes widen and she astral projects abruptly. She appears next to the chair and instantly falls back with a half-shout.]
OH my GOD.
[Because that is not Chris. At all. She points at him stupidly, gaping.]
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OH my GOD.
[Because that is not Chris. At all. She points at him stupidly, gaping.]
You- you're a- a.