Sabrina was giddy with excitement running through her body. The day had finally come for her to start spring break! No school, no Mr. Kraft giving her detention and no Libby to mock her just for fun. She was a bit bummed out that she couldn't spend any time with Harvey over break as he had to go to a family reunion in Boston.

However, the best part was that she and her aunts were going to San Francisco for the holiday. Her aunts had recently been informed that a family relative who lived in the Bay Area had left something in their will to them. Plus, Hilda wanted to go to an upcoming Gay Icon Music Festival and Zelda wanted to go to the De Young Museum to check out the newest art exhibition.

As for Sabrina, she could just go be a tourist and walk across the Golden Gate Bridge to shopping at Fisherman's Wharf. She was so ready for this vacation to begin. For now, though, what was she going to wear? Sabrina turned to her mirror and looked at her reflection. Since it's the west coast it must be sunny, she thought. With a snap of her fingers she had changed from her long red skirt and long-sleeved green sweater into a pink tank top and white jean shorts.

"Oh bewitched blonde teen, are you ready or not?" Salem asked as he jumped onto her bed.

The sound of his voice nearly caused Sabrina to jump out of her skin. "Salem, there are two things you need to fix," Sabrina said, annoyed.

"Congress, and the fact that my food bowl is empty?" Salem asked with a tone of sarcasm in his voice.

Sabrina rolled her eyes as she picked up a brush and began to brush her messy blonde hair. "No. Number one: you need to remember to knock before barging in my room and two: I'm changing!"

"Well if you're going to change then close the door," he said mockingly.

"It was closed," Sabrina said putting down her brush.

"Not all the way," Salem said.

"Iron locks are so going to be on my birthday list this year," Sabrina muttered. She started going through her drawers and closet to get some last minute clothes and accessories she might need. She already had her magic book buried deep in her suitcase but just in case she took with her a pair of emerald green shamrock earrings that would give the wearer temporary good luck (a gift from a leprechaun Zelda dated) and a bottle of a sticky potion that she was planning to put in Libby's shampoo as payback for making her wear a stupid carrot costume to promote Spring Cleaning Colons (a week long program for the students to eat nothing but fruits and veggies during the week before finals). Still cursing Libby could wait until after vacation. For now she was going to focus on just having some nice rest and relaxation in the City by the Bay.

"Sabrina, are you ready?" her Aunt Zelda called from downstairs.

"Just a second!" Sabrina called back. She quickly shoved her earrings, potion bottle and photo of Harvey into her purse, grabbed her bag and ran downstairs.

As she made her way down, Hilda and Zelda already had their bags fully packed and ready to go. The pile of suitcases could rival Sears Tower. They were just going to San Francisco for a week not a month long European vacation. She almost began to wonder if she packed too little for the trip.

"Well I can see your both packed for an eighty day trip around the world," Sabrina said cheerfully with a hint of sarcasm.

"Very funny, dear. Actually these three bags are mine. The rest of these are Hilda's and Salem's," Zelda explained. Sabrina followed her eyes to the pile once more. Zelda's three suitcases were like her, plain simple, yet classy and were in shades of a midnight blue fading to black. Hilda's suitcases were like a ball pit tent at a children's birthday party. They were in bright colors from reds, blues, pinks, yellows, oranges, ect, with kooky design patterns such as daisies or funny faces.

"Salem's coming too?" Sabrina asked.

"Yes, the last time we left him alone in the house for just the weekend was to go see the final Beatles concert in San Francisco," Hilda said. "And then when we came back our house looked like the concert after it was done: abandoned, trashed and hazed."

"I said I was sorry," Salem said with a whine.

"The point is we can't leave Salem alone for even a day without him throwing a wild house party," Zelda said sternly, her eyes narrowing at Salem's.

"As much we would love to throw him in a mortal cat hotel we can't trust him amongst the other cats," Hilda said.

"Why not?" Sabrina asked.

"As you know Salem was a former war leader. He once managed to get all the neighborhood cats to nearly start war with their owners in order to take over the neighborhood," Zelda said.

"It was a moment when you were all weak and too peace-loving. Chaos had to be restored," Salem said proudly as he climbed on top of the suitcases.

"It was during the 60s, mainly during the hippie movement years. Anyway another reason why we need to take Salem is that he does have a vast knowledge of the Bay Area," said Hilda.

This was now a new fun fact of the day for Sabrina. "He does?"

"When Salem was human he would recruit witches, warlocks and other magical creatures to join his cause for world domination. San Francisco was one of the cities he recruited followers and was planning for it to be the first city he would conquer in the U.S.," Zelda said.

"By day we would stand by on the corners of streets from Haight to Castro and by night we would celebrate with drinks at the nearest bar," Salem said with pride.

"Not to mention you would go to opera and cry when you failed to get followers," added Hilda with a giggle.

"I'll never forget," Salem said with a sniffle, "Seeing Pagliacci, the tragedy of it all." Then the sniffling turned to sobbing. Now the cat was a bawling mess.

"Great story and all but I don't mean to rush but can we go now?" Sabrina asked, wincing a little.

"Oh of course honey, we just got carried away a little," said Zelda.

"Enough with the chit-chat. Salem get into the cat carrier, Zelly take us to paradise," Hilda said.

"With pleasure."

And with a snap of Zelda's fingers the Spellman women and Salem were now on their way to their hotel in San Francisco.

Meanwhile in San Francisco at the Halliwell Manor

"Piper, I'm off," Prue Halliwell called out as she grabbed her bag and car keys from the living room coffee table.

"And just where are you going?" Piper asked, coming out of the kitchen. Despite having on an apron her entire body was covered in nothing but stains of flour and chocolate. Piper had invited her neighbor Dan over for afternoon tea, sandwiches and sweets. She was just finishing up making the dough for the peanut butter and chocolate chip cookies.

"The Gay Icon Music Festival is setting up right now. I want to get some behind-the-scene shots for my portfolio. I mean there will be a ton of photographers capturing moments when the festivities are going on but maybe not while they're prepping for the events," Prue explained as she slung her bag with her camera equipment over her shoulder.

"Okay but just be sure to meet us at the auction house exactly at 4:00 p.m.," Piper warned.

Earlier in the morning their younger sister Phoebe got a premonition that at the auction house Prue recently quit there would be a demon attack. A clock was behind the demon's head but all Phoebe could see was the handle indicating that it was four but didn't know the exact minute when the attack would occur. Phoebe was in her afternoon psychology class right now and Piper would pick her up as soon as her classes were done so they could get to the auction house in time.

Prue was very reluctant to go since she nearly quit a week ago but still she had to be there otherwise her two sisters didn't stand a chance. She knew with the Power of Three united together they were unbeatable…so far. She sighed and looked to her sister and nodded.

"Don't worry, by luck of coincidence the auction house happens to be near where I will be taking photos," Prue said. Before she exited the room she turned to her sister. "You've got a little flour in your hair."

"Great, what's the point of rubberbands and ponytails if food still gets stuck in your hair," Piper moaned as she began to smack the flour out of her long, dark strands.

"You can go bald," Prue joked.

"Ha ha, very funny," Piper sighed. "You know you figured our ancestors could have at least wrote, some sort of spell that could come in handy for common household emergencies like cleaning or cooking."

"In this case baking. They probably were too busy vanquishing demons and avoiding being burned at the stake to focus on deciding if the hair from a unicorn or tears from a nereid would make the toilets shine better," Prue smirked. "Maybe you should start watching Bewitched again like you did in high school. You can try and figure out what spell Samantha was doing right when it came to your so-called emergencies."

"Hey, preparing a nice meal for a guest in your house constitutes as an emergency."

"As well as trying to clean up in less than twenty minutes," Prue said as her eyes shifted to the grandfather clock. Piper now had only fifteen minutes to get the cookies in the oven as well as wash up from the mess.

"I'll consider figuring out on what spell Samantha used to prep for dinner. For now I need to let the cookies bake and freshen up," Piper said.

"Alright, good luck with your date! I'll have my phone on in case you need to contact me if Phoebe's vision changes," Prue said. She was hoping that maybe Phoebe would get a sense that the future now foresaw the demon choosing a different place to attack like an abandoned ally or warehouse. It was just a little too awkward for Prue right now to go to her old workplace. Hopefully something would surprise her at the festival today to take her mind off things. With demon-slaying, power controlling, lack of a social/love life things were just too hectic right now. Photography always helped her relax and with the positive vibes in the air of celebrating love and music, she felt she would be in a better mood by the time they would have to kick some demon ass.

"It's not a date!" Piper yelled back. Prue wasn't born yesterday and she knew that Piper knew it was a date.