"Do you mean Benjamin Coleridge Turner?" Patty asked. She led Prue across the attic, as the eldest Charmed One noticed that the Book wasn't quite as thick as it was over a century in the future.
"Yes, that's him," Prue replied. She set little Phoebe down and approached the familiar tome, the cover looking not quite as worn as the one in the future. "What do you know about him?"
"He's quite the philanthropist," Patty said. "Just last month the Turner Homeless Shelter opened. He made a large donation and was there for the dedication."
"What about his family?"
"He has a son," Patty said. "Named Coleridge I believe, about Phoebe's age. He's married, but I don't know much about his wife."
"Well, she's a demon," Prue said. "That's one thing you might want to know. And I'm here to vanquish her."
"But that would make the boy…part demon," Patty said. "How horrible." she looked at Prue shocked
"You don't know the half of it," Prue commented. "Let's just say I need to keep her from raising her son in the ways of evil. The future of our family line depends on it."
"So what do you know about this demon?" Patty asked. "How will you stop her?"
"I'm not sure," Prue said, as she wondered about something. She recalled that when she and her sisters had traveled to the 70's to stop their mom from making a pact with Nicholas, they had arrived on the exact day the pact had been made. "What's the date?"
"October 12, 1888," Patty replied.
Prue knew that was the day Benjamin Turner would be killed by his demon wife. "Well, before I even think about vanquishing her, I have to get Cole and his father away from her," Prue said. She started to leave the attic, but Patty called after her.
"Prudence," she called.
Prue turned to look back at the woamn she had left in the attic.
"You do not intend to leave the Manor dressed like that, do you?"
Prue looked down at her clothes and realized she would definitely not be able to get the jump on Cole's mother dressed in her clothes from the future.
"I believe I have something suitable for you to wear," Patty said.
Prue smiled in gratitude and they headed downstairs.
Leo was sitting in a chair in Phoebe's bedroom just staring at the youngest sister. He had been replaying the events in his mind, even though he hadn't even seen them.
Jenna had been sitting with him ever since Prue left for the past. She looked over when Leo suddenly stood.
"I have to go," he said in a flat tone. "They're calling. You shouldn't be alone here."
"Will it matter? If Prue changes the past then I'm no longer in danger," Jenna said. "And if she fails she'll come back to the time she left."
"If she fails, I doubt that she'll come back at all," Leo said. He repeated his words, "You shouldn't be alone."
Jenna nodded her head and stood to leave.
Leo grabbed her arm. "I'll orb you home. Will there be someone there?"
"Yes," Jenna replied. "She is a witch as well."
"Okay," he said as he wrapped his left arm around her shoulders. Taking one more look at Phoebe's body, he then orbed away.
Prue looked down at herself. She thought her lungs would explode if they didn't adjust to the corset she was wearing pretty soon. She was wearing a white chambray blouse with a high collar and a broach at the throat. The long sleeves were lightly gathered and pleated at the shoulders. The ensemble included a wine colored, ankle-length, taffeta skirt. Patty was pulling out a wine colored, velvet shawl and a black hat with wine colored roses for Prue to wear. All of this simply made her happy that things had changed immensely for women since this time. She felt as if every inch of her body was covered.
"There," Patty said. "Now you look like a respectable lady." Prue shot her a look and the ancestor corrected herself. "Of this time period."
Prue smiled. "I know what you meant. So, do you know where I can find Turner?"
"At this time of day he would be at City Hall, most likely," Patty said. "His son would be at their estate."
"Okay, the boy is the first priority," Prue said as the two of them left the bedroom and little Phoebe followed. "Can you give me directions to the estate?"
"I will go with you," Patty said. "You may need help if you run into his mother."
"But who will stay with Phoebe?" Prue asked. "I couldn't ask you to put you or her in that kind of danger. It could greatly affect the future of our entire family line."
"From what you have said, it seems that our family line is already on precarious ground," she replied. "My cousin will stay with Phoebe. She will be able to protect her. She's right across the way."
Prue was reluctant, but she knew Patty was right. The future of the Warren line was already nearly decimated, and she could use all the help she could get. "Okay, we'll both go. What's your power?"
"I have the power of fire," she said. "And levitation."
Prue nodded her head and looked over to the toddler standing at the bottom of the stairs. Those eyes took her back to when Phoebe was three. She had been Prue's shadow that entire year. Everything Prue did, Phoebe did. She watched as her mother approached her
Patty went over to her daughter and crouched down to her eye level. "Phoebe, dear, you are going to go over and spend some time with your Aunt Brianna," she said. She glanced over at Prue before turning back to her daughter. "We have something we need to take care of."
"Is it about something bad mommy?" the girl asked.
"It could be," Patty said as she gave her daughter a hug. "I love you, darling. Now, let's go over, shall we?" She said as she took her daughters hand and they walked across the street to her cousin.
Prue saw Brianna and thought she looked quite a bit like Melinda Warren. She recalled the fact that Brianna was the one who had been responsible for disgracing the Lord of War, Gabriel. Sending his crystal sword miles away. Prue said nothing about it though, and she and Patty were soon on their way to the Turner Estate to find Cole.