Piper stared in disbelief at the spot where the Book of Shadows should have been. She could hear the sound of the front door slamming and Phoebe's voice inquiring as to whether anyone else was home. Piper turned and ran from the attic, down to where Phoebe was. She had forgotten how young Phoebe had looked four years ago.
"Hey," said Phoebe in her own cheerful, bouncy way. "I just go back from the mall and I saw the cutest little outfit…"
"Phoebe," Piper interrupted. "Have you sent the Book of Shadows?" Phoebe looked perplexed.
"Is that a new movie or something?" I haven't even seen any trailers for it, but if you think it's going to be good then I'll come with you to see it." Now Piper looked confused. It was possible that they weren't yet familiar with the Book of Shadows, but then again, Phoebe was more into the whole witch thing than Prue and Piper put together. She knew that Phoebe would have known about the book.
"The Book of Shadows, Pheebs," Piper coaxed. "Our big book of spells and family history. It's usually in the attic on a big pedestal…" Phoebe stared at her sister, not knowing what to say.
"I didn't know you were into that witchy stuff Piper," said Phoebe, slightly intrigued.
"You know what," said Piper. "Forget I even said anything. Um, I was going to make a nice supper for the three of us. Are you going to be around for the next couple of hours?" Phoebe nodded and threw her backpack over her shoulder. Piper watched as Phoebe ran up the stairs toward her bedroom.
Piper stood in the entry way of the manor and stared absently at the old grandfather clock, which showed no sign of any damage or abuse. Rolling her eyes, Piper began to realize that she hadn't really gone back in time. The Source had to have gotten into her head again somehow. She couldn't believe he would try the same thing twice. One would assume that the Source of all evil would at least try to be original. At least she wasn't in a sanitarium again.
She wandered into the kitchen and began tossing ingredients together. Out of curiosity, she began searching through the spice cupboard for potion ingredients. She wasn't surprised to find the cupboard completely magic-free.
The sisters gathered in the dining room for a lovely multi-course meal. Prue and Phoebe barely said a work to one another. As much as Piper hated to admit it, magic had been the source of their bond as sisters.
As Piper crawled into bed that night, a number of thoughts ran through her head. She hadn't slept without Leo in quite a long time and she missed having his arm around her waist as she slept. She missed the body heat too. She also wondered how she was going to recreate the bond with her sisters without witchcraft.
"Come on Piper," said Phoebe. "Wake up." Piper could hear the desperation in her sister's voice, but she didn't want to go back. She needed more time with Prue. She fought as hard as she could against her increasing consciousness.
The feeling of Phoebe cradling her on the floor was beginning to fade. The voices decreased in volume until she couldn't hear them at all. Her eyes slowly slid open. She was back in her old bed. She managed to avoid going forward in time. She still had time to spend with Prue.
