The next day, Darryl led Prue and Piper to the girl's hospital room. Darryl introduced them to the girl, Mary, saying that they were with the San Francisco Police and needed to ask her some questions. Then, he left them alone.

"Mary, why don't you start by telling us what happened?" Prue suggested.

"It's all kind of hazy." She squinted her eyes, trying to remember all the details. "I was walking through the park early yesterday morning when some creep came out and jumped me. He had a match or a lighter or something."

Mary looked nothing like Portia, but as the girl spoke, Prue and Piper noticed a few traits that could make her easily mistaken for their sister in the dim morning light.

"This jerk who jumped you, do you remember anything about what he looked like? Piper asked.

Mary shook her head. "He grabbed me from behind, I couldn't see him."

A nurse came in, announcing that visiting hours were up. Prue and Piper thanked Mary and left, going downstairs to the lobby where Darryl was waiting for them.

"She didn't see anything. As far as she knows, it was just some freak with a lighter." Prue told him.

"At least she won't go telling the cops it was a demon. That would only add to the suspicions they've already got. Those scortch marks don't look like the work of a normal lighter or match." Darryl said.

"So what do we tell the cops?" Piper asked. "'Cause that whole, 'our sister is being hunted by a psycho-stalker-demon thing? See, that just ain't gonna fly."

"Nothing." Prue said. "We don't tell them anything. Why should we? Darryl didn't say they were suspicious of us. We'd just be exposing ourselves."

"Fine," Piper agreed, "we tell them nothing."