Golden light turned bright yellow, and the downed wizards (and Harper) got to their feet with Alex's help.

"How did you do that?" Justin brushed ash off of his clothes, but she simply shrugged.

"Are you okay?"

The four turned to see Allison and Dani, but everyone paused as their eyes scanned the ground.


The oldest of the seven's heart stopped when she saw the cat's body, lying at the base of a lamppost. A tear ran down her cheek as her hand ran down his dirty coat. Dani dropped to her knees next to Allison and caressed her older brother's face.

"No, Max."

Alex felt a lump forming in her throat. "We have to do something." She, along with her brothers, stepped forward, but stopped when the cat twitched.

Allison and Dani scrambled to their feet as he began to levitate, enveloped in a different sort of glow; his body rotated and, in a burst of light, changed back into a human. He sank slowly to his feet and looked around, finally fixing his gaze on the wizards.

"Thank you."

The two women who had almost mourned him ran forward, throwing their arms around him. The look on the Russos' faces could have outshone the now-prominent sun, and they turned around when a loud creak rang out across the square.

Town Hall's doors had finally opened to reveal a swath of adults in a daze, and the sunlight seemed to break the hold the witches had over everyone.

Justin tapped the rest of his party on the shoulders. "Looks like it's time to go. If the sun's up here, it's definitely up in New York."

The former feline Max cleared his throat. "I just want to say thank you. Being a cat isn't something I want to do anytime soon, but thank you."

Alex tilted her head. "So, what are you going to do to make sure something like this doesn't happen again?"

Allison laughed. "Don't worry. That candle's getting locked up, and so is that book. I don't think Salem will have to deal with them any time soon."

Justin nodded and smiled. "Take care of yourselves. If you're ever in New York City, look us up. We're the Waverly Place Sub Shop."

With that, the visitors turned and walked into the same alley they'd arrived in, vanishing as fast as they'd appeared.

Back in New York, they reappeared to see their parents sitting on the couch in the living room.

Theresa crossed her arms. "Would you three mind telling us why the sun is up and you're just now getting home?"

Alex looked at her brothers. "You wouldn't believe us if we told you."

Meanwhile, the three left behind had set out as well.

"I didn't ever think we'd see them again." Max pushed the door to the Sanderson house open; the lights flickered on, revealing the damage the battle did. His eyes set on the Candle, and he let out a sigh when he saw a pile of wax; however, his breath caught in his throat when he laid eyes on an empty book stand.

The eye on the cover of the vile tome blinked, unaccustomed to its new surroundings. The objects around it gave off a tangible tingle, and it could see a chalkboard and an...easy chair? No matter. It was perfectly at home among the large pile of books in the corner of the room.

The eye closed when three voices rang out, seemingly in unison; just then, three people walked in.

"We didn't get any sleep, and they're making us straighten the Lair?"