They all kept staring at the blood. Prue had all these thoughts stuck in her head. She was thinking of what happened to her Aunt Prue and her Aunt Piper; then noticed how similar the blood patterns where on the floor. She kept replaying the part where she could see the blood in her premonition, and kept looking at the floor. She didn't know what to say. So she tried to open her mouth, but no words came out. Prue tried again to speak, but something wasn't letting her. Her mouth started getting dry. It was like her mouth was sensing something was going to happen.
Paige sensed the tension in the air that was surrounding Prue. Her hazel eyes scanned over Prue's face; looking for any sign of pain. All she saw was Prue opening her mouth and closing it. She looked back at the blood that was on the floor, and Paige noticed that the second pool of blood was shrinking ever so slowly. "The second pool of blood is shrinking!" Paige shouted out unintentionally.
Both younger girls immediately looked over to where Paige was pointing, and they too realized it was shrinking. Then suddenly, it disappeared all together. The floor looked like new. The sun came streaming in through the window; dancing on the wood floors. The wood even looked like it was never walked on. Patty got a little nervous so she started talking. When Patty gets nervous, she blabs on and on about things that don't matter and sometimes about things that do.
"Well... um… That's strange. Should we… um…. Oh g-d! What are we goanna do? We can't just stand here! IS ANYONE LISTENING TO ME? I mean I have important things to talk about… Am I rambling again? Oh, I do have a problem about those kinds of things. I think it runs in the family. Doesn't Aunt Piper ramble? Oh g-d, oh g-d…" Patty started pacing around the room with her hands behind her back. She was looking down at the ground; thinking so intently that Paige and Prue's heads were starting to hurt.
"Patty… you can stop pacing honey," Paige said reassuringly to her sweet daughter. Paige motioned for her daughter to come and sit on her lap. Paige's arms wrapped around Patty's waist, and Paige rested her head on her shoulder. "We are going to do something. Heck, we have to do something. Hey, can you go check on Piper and the boys; I have to talk with Prue for a minute. And while you're up there, make sure that Phoebe is okay." Patty just nodded. Paige kissed her on the cheek, and ruffled her hair as she left to do what she was asked.
Prue and Paige looked at each other wondering exactly what they were going to do.
Piper ran upstairs with her boys trailing behind her. Tears were sliding down her face like a waterfall. Her heart was pounding as she reached her bedroom door. Her fingers slid around the cold, golden doorknob; and turned it with such force that she almost over rotated her wrist. She ignored the pain, and slammed her door shut. She fell onto her bed which swallowed her up. Cries wracked her body and she couldn't stop. The only person who would make her all better was her sister Prue.
Prue was the sister who did make everything better as she pulled you in for a hug. Bliss practically overwhelmed you as she cradled you in her arms. Oh Prue…Piper thought. Why did you have to die on me like that? Why couldn't you stay? If only Phoebe and I could've said "I love you" to you one more time. It just doesn't feel right without you. It never has. Thinking about Prue made Piper's body shake more and more with the cries of pain.
Her door opened and Wyatt and Chris peered in to see their mother crying hysterically on the bed. They both slid into her room, and gently closed the door so it wouldn't disturb anyone. Wyatt sat on the bed by Piper's left shoulder, and Chris sat on the other side by her legs. Wyatt placed a gentle hand on the small of her back. "Mom? We're here. Chris and I. We're here and you can talk to us. Maybe we can make things better." But that was the wrong thing to say. That made anger rise in Piper's chest.
She sat up so quickly with such force that made Wyatt jump backwards a little bit. Piper started talking, but her voice quickly filled with anger and fierceness which scared Wyatt and his younger brother. They have never seen their mother act like this before. "Do you two think you can make this better? Did you see what happened downstairs? That is exactly how your Aunt Prue died! It hurts to see that mess again. You can make it better by either bringing her back or getting the hell out of my room!" She pointed at the door, but neither Wyatt nor Chris moved.
Everyone was breathing hard, especially Piper. She looked at the pain stricken faces that belonged to her sons. She realized she said the wrong things to her kids, so she broke down again in Wyatt's arms. Wyatt just held her in her arms, and said nothing. Nothing was needed because they all knew that nothing could be done. At least nothing could be done just yet.
Patty knocked on the door, and then slowly opened it to see her Aunt Piper sleeping on Wyatt's chest, and Chris lying down next to them. She knew they were all right so she checked up on her other aunt. She peered into Phoebe's room. She was also sleeping soundly. Then she heard what she never imagined hearing. She heard her mother yelling. That woke everyone up. But why was her mom screaming? As she ran downstairs, she practically had a heart attack at what she saw.
