Tim was about to send the three sisters back to 1910 to save Paige, when he was struck down with a sudden thunderous pain. They all rushed to him, and settled him on a settee nearby.
"Are you alright?" Prue asked, directing Piper downstairs to the bathroom to get him a glass of water.
"He's started his ritual. The altar has tasted its first victim. We don't have a lot of time to stop him now. He has four hours in which to complete the ritual." Tim said, through gritted teeth.
In 1910 the other three demon girls cried out in pain as they felt the death of their sister. Nicholas stopped his slicing up of Paige. She lay on the table, motionless, unconscious and bleeding.
"What happened?" He asked the women, once they'd recovered their senses.
"She's dead, our sister is dead. We have to find out who did this and destroy them." Susan said between gritted teeth.
"Do you think it was the Charmed Ones?" Nicholas asked, wiping Paige's blood off on a towel near the table.
"I don't know, but the sooner we destroy their ancestor the better I'll feel." Sophia said, tossing out a fireball and taking out a chair nearby.
After a few minutes, Tim had recovered enough to continue. He gathered the remaining three sisters together and conferenced with Wyatt and Leo.
"Obviously I have to send you back to get Paige, though who knows where the sisters would have taken her. That's the problem right now, the best I could do, would be to drop you back where I found you. If only we had someone who knew Nicholas, perhaps they could give us a hand with this." Tim said, looking at each of them in turn.
Back in 1910 the remaining demon women were on the prowl. They met up with Laura as promised to help her with the arrangements for the wedding. They gave the excuse that Sarah was away for the day helping their elderly mother.
"What kinds of flowers do you think, Susan? I'm fond of lilies, but roses would be so much more romantic." Laura said, smelling a bouquet from a street vendor.
"Roses are exceptionally beautiful my dear. I'm sure Johnathan would be happy with whatever you pick." Susan said seeming very agitated.
"Is something wrong ladies? You don't seem in very high spirits today. Are you hungry? Perhaps we should have lunch before picking out the veil?" Laura suggested, paying for a dozen roses.
They had gotten outside, when Sophia began to feel strange. She sat down, surrounded by her other two sisters and Laura.
"Wait here, my doctor is just up the street, perhaps I can persuade him to come back and have a look at you Sophia." Laura said, and leaving the flowers, ran down the street.
The sisters had just enough time to get Sophia to an alleyway next to the flower shop when she too vanished before their eyes.
In Halliwell Manor, the family had drawn a pentagram on the floor, and lit candles all around it.
"Are you sure this is necessary?" Tim asked the three women.
"On the back of the photograph Grams took of us and Mom she wrote that if we needed any more information about Nicholas to contact Mom. Hopefully she knows something, unless you have any better ideas." Prue said, staring him down.
The three sisters held hands and chanted the incantation.
"Hear these words -- hear my cry, Spirit from the Other Side. Come to me. I summon thee. Cross beyond the Great Divide."
In the center of the pentagram, a white form began glowing into existence. Then it coalesced into the form of their mother Patty Halliwell.
"Hello girls, it's so good to see you." She said, looking at each of them in turn.
"Hi Mom, we have problems…" Piper started.
"Big, big problems." Phoebe interrupted, rolling her eyes and raising her hands.
"It's Nicholas, mom. He has Paige back in 1910. We need to go back and get her, but have no clue where he would have taken her. Do you know?" Prue asked, after grabbing Phoebe's hands from the air and putting them back down at her sides.
"His estate on Long Island, probably. Nicholas was actually born the son of a wealthy industrialist in 1875. He made his pact with darkness around the turn of the century. That's likely where you'll find her." She said, looking at each of them, and then at the men in the room.
"Who is that? I remember Leo, and of course Tim showed up every once in a while, but I don't recognize him." Patty said, looking directly at Wyatt.
"I'm sorry mom, where are my manners. Mom, this is your grandson Wyatt." Piper said, taking his hand and leading him nearer the circle.
"A grandson, but how?" She started, eying him.
"Long story mom, real long story, in fact getting longer by the moment." Prue said, and pulled Tim closer to the circle.
"Does that information help you pick a location?" She asked him.
"Without seeing it, at least on a map I can't do much." Tim said, looking hopeless.
"Grandma, I know this will be weird, but I believe I can transfer the information if you'll trust me." Wyatt said, looking back and forth between Piper and her.
"If you're really Piper's child, then I trust you implicitly." She said, with a smile on her face.
Wyatt then stood between Patty and Tim. He closed his eyes and appeared to be concentrating hard. A small blue stream of light moved out of Patty's temple, went into Wyatt's right hand, then came out his left, and into Tim's temple. The four others in the room looked on in surprise.
"Got it, thank you Wyatt. Are you ladies ready?" Tim asked, smirking at their slack jawed expressions.
"That's our boy!" Piper said, ruffling the young mans hair.