Phoebe was settled on the divan in Paige's room with a blanket around her legs and her laptop balanced on her knees. Though it was barely eleven, Paige had already been asleep for a little over half an hour. Phoebe, however, wasn't remotely tired, so she was using the time to search through genealogy sites in the slim hope of finding anything about Jamie, Helen, and Meaghan. She hadn't found anything so far, but she wasn't about to give up.

She was just about to click another link when Piper opened the door. "How's the slumber party?"

"Shh!" Phoebe hissed, nodding her head in Paige's direction. "She's sound asleep already."

"Really?" Piper asked quietly, stepping into the room.

Phoebe nodded. "She was fine until she actually got into bed. We only talked for about ten minutes, then I asked her something, and she didn't answer. That was about half an hour ago."

Piper wrinkled her brow and shot a concerned glance at Paige. "Should we be worried about that? I mean, there's really no reason for her to be that tired."

Phoebe just shrugged as she turned her attention back to the computer. "I don't know. Maybe not. If Jamie sends her messages through dreams, she'd need Paige to be asleep to tell her something new, right?"

"So Jamie's making her tired?" Piper asked. "Or is it just the nature of the connection?"

Phoebe clicked the back button with an irritated sigh. "I don't know, Piper."

Piper started to tell Phoebe to cut the attitude, but Paige started whimpering in her sleep before she could say much. Just as Piper approached the bed to try to calm her sister, Paige sat up with a loud gasp, tears already in her eyes. "Oh God, oh God . . ." she mumbled.

"Shh." Piper sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled Paige into a comforting hug. "It's okay--"

"No, it's not," Paige cried, struggling against Piper's grip. "She was so sick. She was lost and sick and scared. I could feel it." She finally broke away from Piper and looked into her sister's eyes pleadingly. "She was dying, Piper, and she knew it."

Piper exchanged a nervous glance with Phoebe, each asking the other what they should do. After a quick moment, she turned back to Paige, put her hands on her shoulders, and tried to lie her back down. "Paige, honey, relax--"

"No!" she exclaimed, wriggling away from Piper again. "I'm not going back to sleep. I'm not watching it again."

Looking over at her, Phoebe could see that Paige was fighting to keep her eyes open. If they just quieted her down a little, she'd be fast asleep again within minutes. She got up from the divan and sat down next to Piper. "Honey, just relax. We won't leave you alone. You'll be fine, I promise."

Paige just shook her head, rubbing her eyes wearily. "No, I don't want to relax. I don't want to fall asleep again."

Thinking quickly, Piper crawled to the head of the bed, propped the pillows up against the headboard and leaned back, then motioned for Paige to sit next to her. Paige hesitated, but after a moment of thought, she joined Piper, who wrapped her arm around Paige's shoulders as she leaned back. "That's it," she said softly. "Just sit back and let yourself calm down."

Paige almost immediately began to relax. She sighed quietly, slumping down a little so she wasn't sitting up perfectly straight. "You guys are awesome."

Phoebe caught Piper's eye and smiled. Piper returned the smile, then took her arm out from behind Paige's back so that Paige could make herself more comfortable. Once she was sure Paige had calmed down enough to talk, she cleared her throat. "Paige, what did you mean when you said you could feel how scared she was?"

Paige shrugged, covering her mouth as she yawned. "I could feel her emotions just like they were mine. And I'm telling you, Piper, she was terrified."

"So you weren't that panicked over just the dream, then," Piper concluded thoughtfully. "You were so scared because she was."

Paige nodded and rubbed her eyes. "Yeah. That can't be normal, can it?"

"Well, it depends," Phoebe answered. "Sometimes, it's just the nature of the connection. If she wants someone to know exactly what she went through, it would make sense that she'd want her emotions felt, too."

"How do we know what she wants?" Piper asked Phoebe.

"I don't know," she admitted with a slight shake of her head. "I assume it'll become obvious in the dreams."

"You hear that, Paige? You--" She stopped short as she glanced over at her sister and saw that her eyes were closing. Looking back up at Phoebe, Piper grinned and put her finger to her lips. Phoebe nodded, grinning back, and carefully climbed off the bed to continue her research on the computer.

The sisters sat in silence for the next thirty minutes, the only sound being an occasional frustrated sigh from Phoebe. She had looked up at one point to see Paige fast asleep with her head resting on Piper's shoulder and Piper leaning her head back against the headboard, her eyes closed. She had also switched from genealogy sites to Google, hoping that would find more documents in a shorter amount of time. It had pulled up a lot of personal websites, but she still hadn't found anything of use. She was starting to get tired, so she decided she'd click one final link and then, if nothing turned up, she'd call it a night. As soon as she skimmed the contents of the page, she gasped excitedly, her eyes widening. "Piper, come here!"

Piper opened her eyes and gestured towards Paige. "Kind of stuck here at the moment, Pheebs. What is it?"

"Listen to this: 'In June of 1862, Victoria's daughter Laura found a young child sick and lost in the woods behind their homestead. Knowing that the little girl would die without proper care, Victoria took her in. When the child was well enough, she told Victoria that her name was Jamie, and she proceeded to tell a horrific tale of how her stepmother Helen had killed her father and abused both Jamie and her older sister Meaghan. Victoria took Jamie to the sheriff and made her tell her story. Jamie and Meaghan, who was taken from the doctor's, stayed with Victoria while a search was on for Helen, who had left town. After two months with no word from Helen, Victoria was given legal custody of six-year-old Jamie and nine-year-old Meaghan, and on August 17, 1862, the girls were officially adopted into the family.'" She looked up at Piper, amazed.

Piper instinctively made a move to sit up straighter, forgetting that Paige was leaning against her. She cringed when Paige flinched, but after a moment or two, it was obvious that Piper hadn't woken her. "What are you reading from?"

"Some random person's website," she shrugged. "She made a site about the history of her family, and I'm guessing that this Victoria is an ancestor."

"E-mail her and ask if she knows any more about Jamie and Meaghan," Piper instructed. "Last names, where they lived, anything."

Phoebe nodded, already excitedly composing the message. "I can't wait to tell Paige that her story has a happy ending!"

"I wouldn't be too sure about that," Piper said, her tone cautionary. Phoebe looked up at her sharply, confusion on her face. "All I'm saying is if the story had such a happy ending, why is Jamie still sending messages about it a hundred and forty years later?"

Phoebe sighed. Piper had a point, which meant this whole thing was a lot more complicated than it seemed. She was left wondering what could have happened, what else those poor girls could have gone through. "We have to tell her, though. She deserves to know what we know."

"Oh, I completely agree," Piper said, glancing down at Paige, "but we'll also be cautious about it, be honest about our reservations, and tell her we'll know more once we get a reply to your e-mail."

Phoebe hesitated, then nodded. "Okay, sounds like a plan." She quickly finished the rest of the e-mail. clicked send, and then turned the computer off, setting it down on the divan. She looked over at Piper and could tell right away that her sister was fading fast. "Want me to help you move her so you can go to bed?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah, please," Piper said with a smile. Phoebe stood up and walked over to the other side of the bed. She carefully sat down by Paige's knees and met Piper's eyes, waiting for instruction. "Just take her arm and sit her up. She's out cold; you're not going to wake her up." As Phoebe gently lifted Paige away from the headboard, Piper slid the pillows down so they were lying flat, then climbed off the bed. "Okay, now just guide her back down. She'll do the rest herself.

Sure enough, as Phoebe eased Paige back down, she pulled out of Phoebe's grip and laid down on her side, tucking her hands under the pillows. After waiting a moment to make sure that Paige wasn't going to wake up, Piper turned to Phoebe and gave her a goodnight hug. "Night, honey," she said quietly. "Keep your eye on her."

"Will do," Phoebe smiled. "Don't worry about her. You just get some rest."

Piper nodded, smiling back, and tiptoed out of the room, closing the door behind her. Phoebe turned off the overhead light, but kept the bedside lamp on as a night light. She didn't know if she'd have to wake Paige in the middle of the night or not, and she would have rathered have a light already on. Then she settled on the divan, pulling the afghan up to her chin and closed her eyes, slipping almost immediately into an uneasy sleep.