::Those from the Garden appear here as quiet observers to whatever is shown to them. They are in the Underworld, but it looks like it could be a palace. This must belong to The Source. There's a young boy, blond, playing with some toys and facing away from them. It's Majora.

The visitors will not be able to have any effect on what's happening. If they try to touch things, they'll go through it. They can speak, but the boy won't hear. They're here to watch.::

::Luke blinks his eyes to adjust to their new environment. He looks to the others.::

"Where the hell are we?"

"I don't know. His past?"

::Phoebe's eyes are on the kid. It's him. She nods at him so that the others definitely see him.::

::The boy is humming to himself as he plays with face paints, sitting before a mirror. The angle is such that they can't see him, nor he them - not that he could if it were otherwise.::

::Doors at the other wall open and a tall, impassive and greying man sweeps in. His footsteps fill the air as he walks purposefully towards the boy. As he passes the group of observers, he stands steady all of a sudden. He looks contemplatative. His head turns and he looks straight at them.::

::Andrea puts her hands out and walks both Azura and Sharon swiftly back. She's terrified. This man is just the creepiest-looking guy she has ever seen. Except maybe that creepy guy that goes to P3 sometimes.::

::Prue raises a hand, ready to defend herself and the others if necessary. The look in his eyes, though...::

::The Source looks away a moment later. He had looked right through them. He continues towards the boy, finally speaking when he's a small distance away.::

"Majora."

::The boy turns around and reveals his face to be painted like the Mask. But the vision cracks as the boy smiles and gets up.::

"Dad!"

::Unashamed, unabashed, and happy, the boy throws his arms around his father's waist and grips him tightly.::

"You're back!"

::The Source grins too, stooping to pick his son up and swing him in a circle.::

"What's this you've got all over?"

::He laughs and moves a hand over the boy's face. The facepaint disappears.::

"There's my boy. Sometimes I wonder if you'd prefer that face over your own."

"Oh my...hmm..."

::He thinks out loud, watching carefully. This is the first source? Is it? Baby Majora? He was once an innocent looking kid.::

"Man, this just gets weirder and weirder..."

::Petunius can't help remarking aloud as he stares at the scene before them.::

::Majora laughs and holds on tightly.::

"I like it."

::He nuzzles into his father. For a young demon, the boy is oddly affectionate and warm.::

::Piper frowns at the developments and takes a cautious step forward.::

"H... hello?"

::Neither The Source nor his son show any sign of acknowledging Piper's voice. Either they're very good at ignoring, or they can't hear her. They exist in another time. After a while, The Source puts Majora down and messes up his hair.::

"I was busy making something. For you."

::The smile on his lips gradually begins to disappear.::

"For when you take over, my boy."

::Realizing that the old man and Majora are being unresponsive to their voices when he believed they should be, Luke turns to address Piper.::

"I don't think they can hear us."

::Majora seems to go a little quiet at this, but he has a duty to fulfil. He looks up into his father's face, the expression he's wearing sober and serious.::

"What is it?"

"When you're older, you'll see."

::The Source smiles and crouches down so they're face level.::

"But it'll give you power over the world, Majora. Great power. Power you'll wield when I'm no longer around."

"Don't say that."

::Majora looks down at his feet.::

"Hey."

::Smiling, Majora's father uses a knuckle to raise the boy's chin. He catches his eyes and winks.::

"It won't be for a long time yet. Don't you worry, my boy. I'm not going anywhere."

::There's a long pause as Majora takes the words in. He really looks up to his father. After all, he is the most powerful man in the world. At least, so his son thinks. After a while, the boy looks up and offers his father a smile.::

"That's my boy."

::Glad his son's come around, The Source stands up and puts a hand on Majora's back, starting to guide him towards the door.::

"Now. What about that witch Alora brought you? Haven't you thought of more experiments to show me?"

::His voice fades as they leave.::

::Andrea's silent with the others for a while before her questions get too much for her.::

"I don't get it."

::Suddenly the doors burst open and a much older Majora storms in, clearly angry. The toys have now gone and the room has changed into an adult chamber, rather than the child's bedroom it used to be. The demon charges over to a chair and table and sweeps the contents of the table onto the floor, then flips the table over and kicks one of the legs, splintering it.::

::Piper jumps a few times at all the banging and crashing, and can't help but stare at the young man before them.::

"Somebody aced growing up."

"Tell me about it."

::Phoebe digs bad boys.::

::The first Source returns, looking much the same as he did nearly twenty years ago.::

"Majora, your behaviour was unacceptable."

"Do you really expect me to bow to fools and lower-level buffoons like them? I wouldn't let them kiss my boot!"

::Enraged, Majora continues smashing up the table. He creates an energy ball and blasts it.::

"You need to learn that not all control is forceful subordination, boy!"

::The Source shouts suddenly, angrier now too.::

"If we don't keep the masses happy then they'll revolt, and then what?"

"We can crush anybody who opposes us and both you and I know it!"

::Majora turns and faces his father, glaring with him. He doesn't understand why his dad thinks things have to be this way. He's too proud to subject himself to the will of others; others he considers lower than himself.::

"Oh, yes, very clever. And what happens when there's nobody left to crush?"

::Not really having an answer for that, Majora pauses and falls silent. He grits his teeth and catches his breath.::

"Then there's nobody left to rule over. And there's nobody left to fight the witches and keep them at bay, to keep taking their powers and making us stronger, to aid us in taking over the world above and destroying humans."

::The Source's voice is calm now.::

"Without our subjects, our force is crippled."

::Majora breathes, still angry but knowing now that he's in the wrong. This only serves to aggravate him further. He's never been good at admitting things like this. He's a very proud, assertive young man. Arrogant, even. After a while, he sighs and shrugs assent.::

"I just don't see why we have to act like snivelling-"

"Such is the way of a good ruler."

::The Source cuts in, stopping his son from finishing his sentence.::

"Sacrifices must be made, my boy. Sometimes we have to say and do things we don't want to in order to further our plans. Don't worry! You'll have your vengeance."

(It's time. If he gets much more like this then I might not be able to contain him.)

::Majora's eyes start to shine.::

"What? Can I kill them?"

::Laughing, The Source shakes his head.::

"Before they've even passed on the results of the meeting? Wait awhile. There'll be plenty of time for killing. But before anything else, I have a gift for you."

::He holds out an empty hand. After a moment, a wooden mask fades into it. It is Majora's Mask.::

"Does it look familiar?"

::Majora is silent. He stares at the mask, his expression a mixture of fascination and awe. It's a long time before he speaks. He takes the mask and holds it in his hands. He doesn't feel anything from it - no power - but the memories it sparks...::

"I used to dream about this face when I was a boy."

(It's the mask.)

::Like Andrea, Prue doesn't have much of a clue what's going on. So she stays silent and watches, convinced that they're here to see something important. And it's obvious that they are, just from what they've seen so far.::

::Petunius shoots a pointed 'look' in Phoebe's direction for a moment before turning his attention in favour of the first meeting between Majora and his mask.::