The sisters were still having their late-night tea session at Phoebe's…

"So, my husband wants me to step out of my family?" said Paige casually after several minutes of them staring blankly into space.

"Say what?" asked Phoebe.

"I didn't know you guys were having problems"

"Neither did I to be honest"

"What exactly do you mean? Like, he wants a divorce?" asked Phoebe hoping to be wrong.

"No…not…not exactly"

"Explain, woman" said Piper giving her a little shove.

"OK. Henry thinks our family would be safer, if we stop trying to save Wyatt"

"What? We can't do that, surely he understands that" Phoebe's words were on Paige, while her eyes searched for Piper.

"No, I mean, we as in… the Mitchells?" there was silence.

"But we need you, we won't be able to do a thing without the power of three" Phoebe slightly panicked. She could feel her eldest sister's anguish and thought of her own husband. What would she ever do if it came to that?

"I know that" Paige's voice brought her back. Piper reaching for her youngest sister's hand, a sigh escaping her as she did so.

"I'm not gonna lie. Phoebe's right. If we are to even… have a chance in hell to bring my son back to his senses, we are gonna need you" Paige's pain deepened, Phoebe felt weak in the knees and wondered how her sister was still standing, healing their children from one house to the other. "But" Piper faced her, holding on to her hand. "I would never ask you to give up on your own family, cause I know how hard you fought for them, how much you waited for them, so… do what you gotta do" she gulped, massive amounts of pain now coming from her as well. Phoebe's head started to throb.

"Piper, I can't give up on our family" she put her sister's hand to her own chest. "I would never do that… not ever" both of them in a tight embrace were still spreading massive amounts of pain into the room, Phoebe had to breathe through her mouth to cope.

"Listen" she breathed out.

"Sorry, honey" Piper told her, perfectly knowing how much she was handling that very moment.

"It's…alright…" she kept breathing through her mouth. "Listen…why don't you… talk to Henry… and tell him… you'll only get involved… when absolutely necessary… when we truly need… the Power of three"

"That's not a bad idea. Do you think he'll meet you halfway?" Piper asked Paige.

"I don't know. I hope so"

"I don't think he means anything by it. He's just scared for his children"

"A lot of that going around" Phoebe joked, they all gave it a faint chuckle.

"Well, I know I am for mine and I don't just mean Wyatt"

"Something going on with Chris?" Phoebe was the one who asked.

"Yeah, you saw him at dinner, he's losing faith in his brother, in us" she sighed. "He let me know Bianca had purposefully gotten out of the house, the night of the benefit"

"Like we didn't all know that already?" sarcasm poured out of Paige before you could help herself.

"Yes, but… apparently Bianca told him so to his face, and now his pain is getting the best of him. I'm scared he might do something he'll regret"

"He needs some time to cope, Piper. He's a smart kid" Phoebe kept checking her phone.

"You don't expect her to text tonight, do you?" Piper read her like a book.

"No" Phoebe said disappointed. "I just keep hoping she does" she put her phone down on the counter.

"We're really sorry, Phoebe" Paige was the one to say it.

"I know" she reached for her sisters' hands. "She's a strong kid. To be honest… it's Praline I worry about right now"

"You need to let her know that what happened wasn't on her, I'm sure Bianca will tell her that herself eventually" silence deepened again.

"It'd be a whole lot easier to bring back Wyatt and Sam, if they didn't make such a valid point" Paige said bitterly and as much as they wanted to disagree, they had all been thinking it… quite a lot lately.

NEXT MORNING…

"Hey, is this payback?" said Sam rubbing her eyes as she came down the stairs to find Wyatt working on what looked like breakfast.

"Morning" he went to kiss her. "Want some coffee?" she nodded, yawning. "I thought, after the day we had yesterday, that we might actually enjoy some time out of the house"

"I'm in, but…"

"Don't worry about anything. I got it all covered" Vizkaroth shimmered in.

"Come on!" said Sam still getting rid of a little goop on the corner of her eye.

"No. Honey, relax. I called him"

"What for?"

"He'll be on a special assignment today"

"Ok…"

"He'll shimmer not too far from where we sit, and make people around us forget they even have a phone"

"OK. Like people don't have them in their hands?"

"In that case, they'll suddenly forget how to use them, my queen" Wyatt smiled, having thought of the details.

"So, you're agreeing to spend time at the park with us?"

"Whatever you ask of me, my queen" Sam agreed quite reluctantly, but in the end, she even helped pack the basket with some toys for the kids.

They set off after breakfast. Wyatt thought it would be less crowded being so early in the morning, besides the usual early bird runners the place was pretty much for themselves, at least the side they orbed to. Vizkaroth was positioned near the shade of some distant trees, not terribly far.

They were all sitting on a couple blankets on the grass. Sam was sitting with her legs stretched out, and Wyatt lied his head down on her lap, so she could caress his hair. Julian and Meghan played with their plastic balls, tossing them back and forth or trying to put some into a colorful plastic bucket getting a real kick out of it. Angie was sitting with her back against her daddy, sucking her thumb, piling plastic cubes, while Wyatt played with Kai lifting him up and then bringing him down, causing him to giggle like crazy.

"That baby's gonna throw up on you" Sam warned him.

"He's fine"

"He finished his whole bottle just before we orbed"

"I'm telling you he's f…" Sam laughed out loud as the baby had finally spat on him, right across the eye. She searched in the diaper bag for the baby wipes as she kept on laughing. Wyatt was trying hard not to laugh himself, siting the baby on his chest, trying to avoid getting any in his mouth.

One of the plastic balls rolled away from them and Meghan ran excitedly after it. Sam saw her and couldn't help but smile, pulling a wipe out of the dispenser.

"Poopy" said Meghan as a small dog approached her and the random ball.

"Pu-ppy" said Sam wiping Wyatt's face and then her son's.

"Sadie! Where are you girl? There you are!" the owner approached them both.

"Peety puppy" said Meghan trying to get the ball from the dog, which had picked it up before she had.

"Drop it, Sadie. Drop it!" the owner was saying, squatting down to their level. "I'm sorry, honey. She'll give it back, I promise" her owner wrestled the little dog for the ball. Meghan however didn't take it too kindly that the dog took her ball from her, so she shocked the both of them. Not enough to hurt them, but it was enough to get their full attention.

"Meghan!" Sam got up and ran to her, picking her up. "I'm sorry. She didn't mean to hurt you" the woman smiled nervously and walked away, pulling the dog's leash a little too hard and practically dragging the dog behind her, barking her little head off. Sam eyed Wyatt, who in turn thought of Vizkaroth. Suddenly, the girl who had taken out her cell phone a few steps further, forgot how to dial or even text for that matter. She suddenly felt the urge to throw it right in the garbage and she did as she passed one of the park's garbage cans, and just kept walking home.

"She alright?" Wyatt asked them as Sam sat back down on the blanket, putting Meghan down so she could go back and play with her brother.

"Yeah, she's fine"

"Are you alright?" Wyatt sat, still holding Kai.

"Yeah, I just… wish they didn't have to see us like that… with such… fear…"

"Hey, they'll come to terms with the idea, but it'll take time" Sam nodded and kissed him. He put Kai down on his play mat. "Come here" he pulled her to him, and Sam laid her head down across his lap now.

But from the moment Meghan shocked that woman, their day in the park was well over. Nor Sam nor Wyatt could enjoy any of it anymore, having entered an inevitable state of alert, which made them head back home way earlier than expected.

After leaving the park, the woman approached a patrol car parked nearby, wondering why she was heading back home so soon, a puzzled look as she stopped every few steps.

The police woman saw her and got out of the patrol.

"Ma'am, is everything alright?" she asked the woman, whose dog was still barking like crazy.

"Yeah… I… I guess so"

The officers ended up taking the woman in to check if she had been intoxicated in any way, offering to call her next of kin to pick her up in case it was something health related.

The woman couldn't even remember why she had been at the park in the first place, which raised even more questions. All she could manage to say was that she remembered having touch something electrical (Vizkaroth decided to forget that little detail in her head), maybe exposed wiring they though, but it was hard to place where could that have been exactly. They thought she was on something of course, and she had to go through a lab test, which came our clean. The report would later make its way to the Chief of police who had silently set up a protocol in which any odd incident was to be reported straight to him, and this definitely fit the profile.

Vizkaroth, on the other hand, thought that if their majesties were to give the next step, he would have to do something to convince them they had to do it now and not later, which was a lot harder to do now they knew what he was capable of, and he knew they wouldn't take it too kindly if he tried to invade their minds in any kind of way. He had already set his play into motion down in the underworld, and was sly enough to plant seeds here and there which might help his own agenda. After all, he had been doing it at least for the last hundred years or so, but for the time being, he had been careful enough to stay close to their majesties as to not arise any suspicion. He saw how they twisted away from good, into their own version of what magic should be, but it wasn't nearly enough. He knew the possibilities were endless at this point and he craved to see more. He had waited long enough, so waiting any longer was practically unbearable now things had finally started to come together.

His part in it had been easy enough. He had walked around demons, instructing them on their majesties' orders and had let slip how they soon would be dealing with creatures who didn't fit into their glorious plans. That had been enough to stir the pot. Plus, he had also accidentally mentioned how hard they had taken the loss of one of their family's offspring and how it had weakened them however temporarily. Their natural greedy nature would do the rest and he wouldn't even be "involved" in a manner of speaking.