Paige shrieked as she opened the door to her room.
Downstairs, Piper and Phoebe exchanged looks in the kitchen. "Paige, are you okay?" Piper called. Paige didn't answer. Exchanging looks again, Piper and Phoebe turned and raced up the stairs, expecting to find Paige in the throes of a big bad demon. Instead they found her in her doorway staring straight ahead.
"Paige, what's wrong? What are you looking at?" Phoebe peered over Paige's shoulder. "Oh my god."
"What is it?" Piper asked. Phoebe grasped her wrist and dragged Piper behind Paige's other shoulder. Piper caught sight of the tiny, dirty, crumpled mass at the center of the room. Her mouth formed a silent 'O.' "What is it?" she repeated.
"Not it, who," Phoebe said. "Look, it's a kid." Piper looked closer. Phoebe was right. It appeared to be a very small young girl.
"Is she okay?" Paige asked.
"Only one way to find out," Phoebe replied, pushing past her younger sister and striding into the bedroom. She knelt down to the child's level to speak to her. "Sweetie, are you alright?" She inquired softly, reaching out a gentle hand to touch the girl's shoulder. The petrified girl scrambled away and pressed herself against the wall, planting her hands on the floor and knees to her chest. Digging her fingernails into the hardwood, she looked up at Phoebe through her mangy dark hair, a look of complete and utter terror plastered across her face, reflecting in her deep brown eyes.
"Phoebe…" Paige breathed from behind her.
"It can't be," Phoebe muttered.
"The baby," Piper finished.