"Q? It goes by a letter? Do they all go by letters? Wouldn't the species run out of letters really fast?" Chris clenched and unclenched his hand, fighting the urge to grab the book and double check that thee was no entry for a 'Q'.

"I'm Chris." He paused. "Halliwell." He added, just in case she was from his reality and was a demon and he could use his surname to scare the crap out of her.

"And this isn't your native reality either, correct?" Chris asked, gathering information. "Are we prisoners?" The Whitelighter looked around for guards.