Portia stepped into her dark apartment and flipped on the lights. She went into the kitchen and read the note her father had left her. Rolling her eyes, she crumpled it up. Victor was working late. Again. Surprise, surprise.

Bending down to throw the ball of paper into the trash can, Portia was all of a sudden overcome with the terrible feelnig that she was being watched. Quickly, she straightened up. The lights went out, and someone grabbed her from behind...
~*~
"What did you find?" Phoebe asked, running into the foyer as soon as she heard Piper and Prue come in.

"Nothing." Piper sighed. Phoebe looked questioningly at Prue, who explained that Mary hadn't seen anything.

"So, what do we do now?" Phoebe asked. Before either of them could respond, Leo orbed in.

"Perfect timing." Prue remarked.

Piper started to go over to him, but stopped when she saw the grim expression on her husband's face. "Baby, what is it?" she asked.

He took a breath, preparing to tell them the bad news. "Mal has Portia."