Chapter 1: Phoebe's Premonition
Piper and Phoebe Halliwell were in the spacious kitchen of Halliwell Manor on Prescott Street in the middle of San Francisco. Phoebe was eating her breakfast while reading the newspaper. Piper was at the counter getting milk ready for her son, Wyatt, when she noticed that Phoebe was reading her own advice column in the Bay Mirror.
"Um, Phoebe…why are you reading your own column?" Piper asked her younger sister as she poured some milk into Wyatt's bottle.
"I don't know. I guess just to review my advice." Phoebe responded to her sister. Phoebe had her nose buried into the Bay Mirror, San Francisco's most successful newspaper thanks to the new advice column "Ask Phoebe." "Hey will you bring me the scissors?" Phoebe asked.
"So I guess you are going to cut out your column and frame it up on a wall." Piper said with a chuckle and a smile on her face. She opened the drawer and pulled out the scissors.
"No! I'm not going to frame it! I just bought a photo album and I am going to make it the 'Ask Phoebe Album'. And you know, maybe one day it will be the 'Ask Mommy Album'! That is if I ever find love again!" Phoebe explained to her sister as she smiled at Wyatt who was eyeing her from his high-chair. Piper grabbed Wyatt's bottle and made her way over to the table.
"Oh Phoebe stop it! You know you will find love!" Piper said as she put Wyatt's bottle next to Phoebe and the scissors that Phoebe wanted on Wyatt's high-chair.
"I know no such thing!" Phoebe said half serious, half jokingly. "I don't know. I guess I am just nervous about dating again." She continued. Then out of the corner of her eye saw white orbs flying through the air. "Piper what is Wyatt doing?" Phoebe asked.
"OH MY GOD! I am a terrible mother! I left my son with scissors! What kind of mother would do that?" Piper said as she went over to Wyatt's high-chair and snatched him up. "I am so sorry honey! Mommy is so so sorry! And as for you missy," Piper said pointing at her sister, "at the risk of advising and advice columnist, you know you will find love again! You're a lovable person and any guy would be crazy to not want to be with you!"
"Well I guess it is a good thing that he knows that the scissors shouldn't have been left with him! But then again he could have just wanted his breakfast. And Piper you don't need to apologize or try to explain yourself! We all know that you are on the fritz lately! I mean with Wyatt not sleeping through the night and you and Leo having problems! You're expected to make a mistake!" Phoebe said.
"Excuse me, Leo and I don't having any problems! We are doing just fine!" Piper said with confidence, then let out a sigh. "Is it that obvious?"
"Honey I think even Wyatt can sense that something is wrong with you two. And at the risk of advising and advice columnist's advisor, get some sleep! You look really tired!" Phoebe said as she rubbed the side of her sister's face. "Now if you would excuse me, I have to get this column into my album." Phoebe picked up the scissors and gasped as she jerked into a premonition.
Prue was standing at the book of shadows that was on a stand in the attic when a demon shimmered in. Prue looked around the attic and finally noticed the scissors lying on a table. She stretched out her arm to its full extent and exclaimed, "Scissors!" and then threw her arm towards the demon. The demon flew back into the wall and Prue ran out of the attic.
"What is it? What did you see?" Piper asked Phoebe as she was cleaning up after Wyatt.
"I saw the weirdest thing. Prue was standing at the Book of Shadows and a demon shimmered in and she called for these scissors, and then when the demon got thrown against the wall…she ran out of the attic." Phoebe described to her sister.
"Why would Prue call for the scissors? And since when does Prue run away from a fight? And more importantly, why are you having premonitions of Prue? She has been dead for almost a year and a half now." Piper had so many questions about Phoebe's latest premonitions that she wanted answers to.
Phoebe took a deep breath and then said, "Your guess is as good as mine."