In the not so sleepy city of san Francisco trouble was brewing as usual, but this time it was not the fault of the Halliwells. No. This time isn't wasn't their fault, but the Cleaners' fault. Who would've thought the white coats could cause trouble of their own. Honestly, no one did, but it happened anyways. Magical clean-up was never easy, but this time is was catesphrophic. Times' realms were changing molding into one. You could say its even too late to say 'oops'…


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