They reappeared in a flash of white light, and found themselves standing in the foyer. Piper and Phoebe wasted no time in heading for the kitchen to prepare a vanquishing potion. Prue led Portia into the sun room to sit down.
"Are you allright?" Prue asked, concerned.
Portia nodded, but she was visibly shaking. "Do you guys get kidnapped often?" she asked, only half joking.
Prue smiled. "Unfortunately. It's an occupational hazard."
Portia grimmanced. "I'm so going to regret asking this, but what happens next?"
"Now we summon Mal, and vanquish his sorry ass." Piper explained, coming in holding four vials of potion. She handed one each to Prue, Phoebe, and Portia, and kept the remaining one for herself.
"Oh. OK." Portia said. She looked up at Prue. "What's a vanquish?"
"We kill the bad thing, sweetie." Prue replied.
"Oh." Portia paused. "How?"
"We find him, we throw the potion at him, and we say the vanquishing spell. And that makes him go away." Piper said, holding up her bottle.
Phoebe nodded. "Yeah. What she said."
"Phoebe, did you start writing a vanquishing spell yet?"
"Of course I started." Phoebe said, holding up a small spiral notebook for her older sister to see.
"Good. OK, sisters. Attic. Now. Go."
