I: "How Soon Is Now?"

Piper inhaled deeply, the paper bag with the port and the small groceries just picked up at the market were held close to her chest. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out her keys and opened the front door of the manor.

"Prue? Are you home?"

"I'm in the sun room."

Laying the groceries on the table, she made her way into the sun room; designed as a botanical haven. It was her grandmother's last gift to the girls just before her sudden passing. A heart attack had taken their grandmother in the still of the night.

And Piper had warned her.

"You're not taking your medicine, Grams." Piper said to her while they potted petunias together in the sunroom, just a month before her passing. Grams posture bolted upright, hands firmly at the waist. "Dr. Wyatt told me so. I spoke to him."

"Well, you can tell Dr. Wyatt that I think he's an idiot." Grams said with a passing flick of the wrist before continuing her work with a shovel in hand, "Since when did I ever bring you to a doctor when you were growing up?"

"Never. So, that's the whole point. You are of an age where you should be seeing doctors, Grams." Piper retorted with compassion.

Her grandmother's disposition changed slightly, "I'm not a spring chicken anymore, Piper."

"I know. That's why Prudence and I are here."

"You and Prudencia are the reason that I'm so stressed. You should move out already, live your lives. You're grown women." Grams huffed while she continued to pot her petunias. "I think these would look better on the back deck."

"I think so too," Piper said while tucking a strand of hair just behind her ear.

"And what about Phoebe? Running off to New York!"

"What about Phoebe? Phoebe will be fine."

While setting the bag of groceries on the dining room table, Piper's eyes scanned a wooden slab in the center. Fixing her eyes on it for a moment, she continued making her way into the sunroom.

"You found Grams' old spirit board? I haven't seen that thing in ages." Piper said, her hands in her pocket. The secret weighed heavy on her, Piper could tell by her sister's gaze trailing up from the magazine in her lap.

"Yeah, I found it in her bedroom." Prudence said, continuing to search for the glimmer of deception just behind Piper's countenance. "I still can't get into the attic though."

Faux-casually taking her hands out of her pocket, "We're going to have to call a handy-man."

"I already did." As in 'duh'. Piper could read her sister's subtext so well.

"What's his name?"

Prue casually rose from the straw-braided chair, "Morris. Darryl Morris but he goes by Morris. He's a really cool black guy."

"As a handyman?"

"No, girl. He has his own interior decorating company so he's going to help us renovate the house little by little so we can sell it. What's wrong with you? You look a little anxious." The click of Prue's heels crashed against the floor with every step inching closer to the middle sister.

"I didn't know that we were planning to sell the house. That would require-"

"Consent from Phoebe? Absolutely not. I'll buy her out."

"I FOUND THE HIDE-A-KEY!" A voice chirped just at the doorway.

Prue's emerald green eyes opened with rage as they bored into the youngest sister.

"Seriously, Piper?! I can't believe you!" And with that, a chase to the front door commenced while both sisters pushed and shoved to face their baby sister waiting just in front of the manor door's threshold.

"I can't believe this. I really can't believe this." Prue said, with the wickedest glance at her baby sister before marching up the stairs. "You knew this was going to happen, Piper! You knew this whole time and didn't say that Phoebe was back in town!"

The door slammed just as a bolt lightning erupted in their ears.

"What's her problem?!"

"She doesn't have a problem with you, Phoebe."

"Then maybe she should say it to my face!"

"You need to calm down, Phoebe."

"I am calm, Piper!"

"Just… come with me. Let me make you a cup of coffee. Grams' famous recipe. I love you, I'm happy that you're home." The sisters came together in a tight embrace and made their way into the dining room.

"Look, it's Grams' old spirit board." Phoebe's neck practically snapped while she searched for validation from her sister. "Do you think she was a…"

"A witch?"

"Yeah."

Piper sighed gently, "No, I just think your grandmother was starved for attention."