Parker Halliwell stormed into the Halliwell manor removing her coat, she draped it over the arm of the sofa beside her, placed her hands on her hips, angry over the fact that her date had been interrupted for the second time in as many night and said, "Okay, I'm here. This better be good."

Melinda looked at her cousin with an dry unsurprised look over the anger she felt and replied, "I don't know." She took a step to her left revealing a someone she hadn't seen in a long time covered in what she suspected wasn't blue paint. She wiped her eyes make sure they weren't playing tricks on her, but she was still there. Parker began to circle her as Melinda asked, "Is the imagine friend you had growing up showing up looking for the charmed ones help a good thing? Cause I couldn't decide."

Parker round the woman eyes trailing from head to toe of the women. She couldn't help but to focus on her transparent wings as they flapped even as she stood still. She came front and center asking, "How?"

"I don't know." Melinda's answer was immediate. She hadn't heard back from Chris, her brother, who she sent to ask the elders, a group of guardian angels charged with protecting the future of good magic, about the women/fairy in front of her. "But she's claiming she needs help. Charmed ones help."

"With what?" Parker wasn't just confused on how she was there but why and what she could need their help on. "Even if we knew exactly how, we're not exactly equipped for handling this kind of stuff." She wasn't even sure what they were, even dealing with in the first place or even how it was possible to be having this conversation.

"You're the children of the charmed ones," the women in blue said as a statement rather a question, "that means you uniquely qualified to help me ad my friends."

"Friends?" Melinda repeated with a chuckle and the blue fairy looked to her. "So you're an a imaginary friend who has imaginary friends?"

"Yes," she looked and answered stoically and Melinda then turned to meet Parker's gaze. "We work on a wide network all over the world and we're in danger."

"From who?" Parker asked. "No offense but you're not exactly on top of the demonic hit-list. "

"No, but the children we guide and protect are. Anyone looking to stop us from being able to protect them could be behind this. And that's a number of creatures with evil intentions."

"But why go after children?"

"Because they're vulnerable and easier to manipulate and convert to evil's side." She explained. "They're sense of right and wrong have not fully developed yet. Demon's have learned that it's much more easier and less work to go after children then fully formed humans. My colleagues and I are and the only friends that some of the kids that away and their back to feeling lost and alone. Desperate from someone's attention."

Parker thought back to the way she felt after the birth of Paisley, the youngest daughter of Phoebe and Coop and the eight child born in the next generation of Halliwells. She remembered those feelings of being alone and forgotten because she was now the middle child. "I know how that feels. After Paisley was born I felt invisible. It's when I made you up. Or so I thought. I needed a friend and you were there for me. So whatever we can do to help."

Her answer pleased the blue fairy aka fairy Mary. "I suggest we start with the first murder."

"Do we know where that is?" Parker asked looking to Melinda.

"Yeah." Melinda folded her arms across her chest and explained, "problem is, it happened in a small town just outside of Wisconsin which means we can't count on MJ's help." MJ was was a inspector for the Sans Francisco police department and was also Parker and Melinda's cousin and the baby of the family having being adopted by Henry and Paige right after Paisley was born making him the only non magical one in the family.

He took after his father whom he's named after but was called MJ for Mitchell Jr because HJ didn't have the same ring to it, according to MJ. Like his dad he became a cop, but instead of working as a probation officer he started working with the SFPD. He helped for when they'd come across something that hadn't been taught in the police academy and was able to keep their names out of the files and them out of jail. "But he was able to pull some strings," she showed her the file copy that she was able to dig up.

She flipped through the thin stack.

"Apparently the Wisconsin police department got a call about a murder taking place by an eight year. Of course, when they got their they didn't find anyone so they question the girl, a Maddie Berman and she told them that friend sparkles was killed."

"Sparkles," Parker chuckled and as a joke she asked, "Is he pink shiny, and made of glitter?"

"No, but he is half a man, half a unicorn."

Parker chuckled again assuming that she was kidding, "yeah right." When Melinda failed to laugh along she started to think that she was serious. "Wait, you're serious?"

"Ah huh."

"Hmm." She closed the file. "So what's the play here? How do we get in to talk to Maddie about what she saw? How do we see what we can't?"

"That first one I haven't figured out yet," Melinda answer picking up The Book of Shadows, a book of magic that details demons and how to kill them. "But I do for the second. There's a spell in the book of shadows to help stretch the imagination." She flipped through the book stopping at the page. "This will let us see any imaginary creatures or anything else we need to to help out Fairy Mary."

"To Stretch the Imagination," Parker read over the spell and concluded, "it could work." She looked at Melinda. "But how do we get in to talk to Maddie. Like you said, it's out of MJ's jurisdiction and we can't just walk in there and tell them who we are without ending up in straight jackets or splashed all over the internet. Our parents went through that remember and it didn't end well."

"Yeah I know and obviously we can't tell them. But while you were reading that," she motioned to the file, "I was thinking, if what Maddie told the police is true and she really saw what's described in that," which could be described as gruesome, "she's going to need help processing what she saw. Maybe that could be our way in."

Parker caught on to what she was thinking and closed the file, "posing as therapist?"

"Why not? We already have one on speed dial."

She knew what or rather who she was hinted at, "Prue."

"Yeah. I called her to fill her in on what's going on but she was busy. She's going to stop by later. I was thinking maybe the three of us could go talk to Maddie. See what we can find out."

"Or you and Prue could go and tell me how it went," she said with small hopeful smile even though she knew that was highly improbable.

"Parker, you know how this works."

"Yeah I do." She sighed. "She came here looking for my help so it's my responsibility." She begrudgingly agreed knowing she had no choice. Though what she knew she had was time. She grabbed her coat."But since we can't do anything without Prue anyway..."

"Go."

"You're sure. You know normally I wouldn't ask but you know how long I've been waiting for Greg to ask me out and now that he has I feel like he's really starting to open up and I feel like tonight is the night you know."

"I know. So go, enjoy your man. Prue and I can take care of it."

"You're sure?" She didn't want her to feel like she was shucking her wiccan duties and pawning it off on her.

"Yes. I'm sure. Now go. I've got some reading to do and you," she pushed her towards the door, "have a date to get back to."

Parker turned to her once they were at the front door. "Call me if you find out anything?"

She opened the door for her, "yes." She pushed her out. "Now get out of here before I change my mind."

Parker turned to her once she was standing on the front porch and hugged her to give to how appreciative she was being for letting her go and taking care of everything.

"Be safe," she called after her as she walked down the stairs. She watched her get into her car and waved when she got there shutting the door after she left. She went back inside to were Fairy Mary was waiting.

"What about my friends?"

"Right now we don't have enough to go on and if we go barging in without knowing all the facts, it could get you killed. So we be smart about this. We figure out exactly we're dealing with and go from there. Since I couldn't find anything in the book, we're going to have look in the books at magic school."

"Magic school?"

Rather than explaining she said, "I'll show you."

Mary looked around at stone walls covered with book shelves as male in his late forties dressed in a black rob said pulling a book from the shelves. He sat it on the table. "What you're looking for should be in here. I'm not really familiar with them culturally but I believe what you're dealing with is a Zana."

Melinda studied the black and white text reading from it. "A creature that helps guide and protect lost children. They intentionally appear in the form of figments of a child's imagination allowing the child to move on with confidence once guidance is no longer needed."

"Unfortunately, the list of Demon who would want to turn kids is long."

Melinda turned to him, "what if it's not the kids their after but Zana's. Could it be possible?"

"Perhaps. Anything's possible. The question is, what do you want?"

"That is the question," she looked back at the book to see if there was anything that she'd miss. "You mind if I keep this."

"Yeah sure."

She stood, "thanks, keep an eye on her until I get back."

"Whatever you need."

Melinda turned back to the blue fairy. "I promise you. We will catch who's ever killing your friends." She said heartfeltly before turning and going back out of the door she took to get to magic school in the first place.

The door lead her to the crease in the steps of the Halliwell manor that she took down into the living room and grabbed the book off the table to make a list of demons or creatures. Just as Steve had said, the list was long, and she was no close to figuring it out then when she started. She needed a break, and coffee was a must if she was going to get through the rest of her demon hit list. She walked into the kitchen and brewed a pot of coffee pulling out a snack to go with it when the front door open and she heard Prue call out her name. She called back picking up the coffee pot and pouring coffee into a cup.

Prue smelled the fresh cup of coffee and exclaimed,"coffee, yes" and then walked to the cabinet taking out a cup. "You wouldn't believe the day I've had." She poured coffee into her cup but stopped before she could go into the usual as per usual when she comes for a visit but stopped when she saw the look on Melinda's face who had been patiently waiting for the ranting to beginning. "But judging by the look on your face," she returned the coffee pot where it belonged. "Your day was no better." She placed her hand on her hip. "What's going on?"

"You mean besides Parker's imaginary friend showing up and asking for our help to save her friends."

"Yeah right," Prue said with a small chuckle waiting for the punchline as she took a sip from her cup but when it didn't come she sobered and sat the cup down. "Wait you're serious."

"Ah huh, and unless I can figure out a way to stop whatever is behind this they're going to keep killing them which is somehow a bad thing. But I was hoping that you and I would be able to help."

"How?"

"By starting at the source," she went over the plan that she had with Prue and after going through the kinks that decided that they were going to head out in the morning to start on their plan.