EXT. MANOR. NIGHT.

A beat to establish, then;

INT. LIVING ROOM. NIGHT.

All is quiet around the manor as PHOEBE sits on a sofa, with her laptop on the table. She is reading through a bucket load of 'Dear Phoebe' letters. Sitting on a sofa opposite her is LEO, who is engrossed in his book 'Choosing A Name For Your Bundle Of Joy'. The calm is quickly interrupted by an excited PIPER who runs into the room holding two baby outfits.

PIPER: Look at what I found stashed away in the chest upstairs. Aren't they cute?

PHOEBE: Oh my god, are those the outfits Grams made for Prue?

PIPER: The very same. (to LEO) So, what do you think?

LEO: Hmm?

PIPER: Clothes. For the baby.

LEO: (absent mindedly) Whatever's good for you,dear.

PIPER: Leo, you may be an angel from above, but last I checked, this wasn't the Immaculate Conception. You're on a roll so you might as well tell me what you think.

PHOEBE: Eew.

LEO: (putting book down) Piper, the job title says 'Father'. Nowhere in the specification does it call for my judgement on our daughter's fashion sense.

PHOEBE: Well personally, I think they would look great.

PIPER: Thank You. I only wish Prue were here to see them on her.

PHOEBE: I can't believe it's almost been a year. (softly;with fondness) I was thinking that we should go see her. Take her some orchids, or plant a tree in the park to mark the occasion or something.

PIPER: I'm sure she'd like that, Pheebs.

PHOEBE: (more cheerful) So, Leo how goes the search for names?

LEO: Nothing in this book. So I was thinking maybe. Appylus for a boy and for a girl.Majesta.

PHOEBE: I'm sorry, what?

PIPER: Those are supposed to be names?!

LEO: Traditional whitelighter names happen to be very popular with the Elders.

PIPER: Well, no offense to the whitelighter population, but no child of mine's gonna be named after a couple of celestial STDs.

LEO: ("think about it first") Piper.

PIPER: Leo, for once I'd like to make a decision without 'Them' having some sort of input. Come on, live a little and tell' em where to stick it.

LEO: Are you kidding? Do you know the kind of trouble I'd get in just for saying that up there?

PIPER: Well, there'll be even more trouble, down here if you don't say something.

PHOEBE: (swerving towards peace) O-kay, people back in your corners. What names have you got Piper?

PIPER: Well I was thinking Melinda, of course.

PHOEBE: And for a boy?

PIPER: I don't know. I've always assumed that it was gonna be a girl, but if I had to choose now, I'd say Thomas.

PHOEBE: (unsure) Thomas?

PIPER: Yeah. What's wrong with it?

PHOEBE: I don't know, it sounds kinda.predictable.

PIPER: Predictable? Okay, what d'you suggest?

PHOEBE: Well how about Kurtwood, or-or. Byron? You know, a person's name says a lot about their personality.

PIPER: All those names say is 'kick my ass'. Who bestowed such wisdom on you?

PHOEBE: Just someone from work. Who does the gossip column.

PIPER: (unimpressed) Yeah, well there are lies, damned lies and gossip columnists.

PHOEBE: Hm. Leo, what do you think of 'Kurtwood'?

Before he can respond, his divine pager goes off.

LEO: Uh, sorry ladies, duty calls.

PHOEBE: Saved by the orb.



LEO: Uh, Piper.

PIPER: We'll talk about this later.

He immediately orbs out, eager not to get in the crossfire between the two sisters. Before anymore suggestions for "names" are brought up from either of them, the manor door bursts open and PAGIE runs in with her innocent in tow.

PAIGE: (O.S.) Don't worry. We'll find the demon soon enough.

Anxious that their sister has just blabbed about a demon to any Tom, Dick or Harry, PIPER and PHOEBE quickly scuttle over to:

INT. FOYER. NIGHT.

Where PIPER instinctively freezes ALLEN. Both she and PHOEBE look to PAIGE for an explanation.

PIPER: Hi! Lost your mind?

PHOEBE: Paige.

PAIGE: Relax, Brewster sisters. He's not here to drag us all to Happy Dale Sanitarium. We were attacked in the car park at P3 by a demon. He sliced its head off with a funky knife and now we're here to find out who, what , why etcetera, etcetera. I only told him we dealt with occult incidents on a regular basis.

PIPER: Well that's one way of putting it.

PHOEBE: What did this demon look like?

PAIGE: Just your average shady demon-type proclaiming fire and brimstone, blah, blah. The Book of Shadows should fill us in.

PIPER: Alright, first we need to know what (looks to PAIGE to give her his name).

PAIGE: Allen.

PIPER: ..Allen knows. (to PHOEBE) Okay, scoot.

PIPER and PHOEBE quickly hide behind the wall in the living room, overlooking the foyer. PIPER gestures again and unfreezes him and then grabs PHOEBE's hand and runs back into the foyer. ALLEN wonders how fast they got there.

ALLEN: (confused) Wh-what happened?

PHOEBE: It's okay. You're safe now.

PAIGE: Allen, these are my sisters Piper and Phoebe. You can tell them what you told me.

PIPER: (to PAIGE) Told you what?

ALLEN: That thing. I've seen it before. It attacked a colleague of mine a couple of weeks ago.

PHOEBE: Would you be able to ID it again?

ALLEN: Sure.

PIPER: Alright then. You ID and we'll do the rest.

PAIGE: I'll be right back.

She quickly runs up the stairs to the attic.

ALLEN: Do you think there are more of those things?

PHOEBE: It's possible. Better to be prepared.