Carolyn sighed, leaning against the chest of her boyfriend, 29-year-old Shawn Miller. As hard as she tried, she couldn't make herself stop thinking about what had happened the night before.

"Come on, Caro," he said, "talk to me. You've been acting strange all day."

She smiled at him. She liked it when he called her Caro, which was odd considering she hated it coming from anyone else. "It's nothing," she said, "I just had this... bad dream, last night. That's all."

'But was it just a dream?' she questioned herself silently. She buried her face in the pillow, trying to clear her mind.

"Hey," he rubbed her back comfortingly. "it's okay. What was the dream about? Your mom?" he guessed. She had told him about dreams she'd been having since she was a kid, of her mom holding her when she was a baby, not long before Prue died.

"Sort of." she said. According to Melinda Warren, it did involve Prue, in a way, so she wasn't completely lying.

He kissed her. "I know, it's got to be rough, not really knowing who your parents were, other than their names. Maybe you should try to find your dad again."

"Maybe," Carolyn said slowly, considering it. The only thing she had of her father was a name. Bane. She had no idea where he was, or if he even knew she existed, and since she had little to go on, the prospect of ever finding him seemed slim at best.

"Will you be there, for the twins' party?" she asked, changing the subject.

"Sure, if you want me to." he said.

"Of course I want you to. What makes you think I wouldn't?" she asked, turnig to look at him.

"Oh, I don't know." he said evasively. 'It's just, today you've been so... distant."

"I've got a lot on my mind." she replied casually.

"Care to share?"

She smiled at his persistence. "Oh, just the usual. Work, planning the party. Also, I've got parent-teacher conferences at Khryssi's school coming up." 'And, yanno, the two-hundred-plus-year-old ghost showing up in my attic,' she added silently.

"That's all?" he asked suspiciously.

"Promise," she lied, holding up three fingers. "Scout's honor."

"You were a Girl Scout?" he asked, laughing.

She shrugged. "Not a very good one, I'm afraid."

He leaned over kissed her. She relaxed into it, finally forgetting for the moment about the Book of Shadows and the visit from the ghost of her long-dead ancestor.

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Greg parked in front of the manor and ran inside. He went straight to his bedroom. He was exhausted. After he left last night, he'd driven around town, stopping at a few bars, staying out all night. All he wanted to do right now was sleep.

"Greg?"

He turned around to see Julie standing at the bottom of the stairs, looking at him, her face full of concern. Slowly, he walked back downstairs to meet her.

"Hey, Julie. I'm sorry I ran off," he apologized.

She nodded. "Then.. then it wasn't just a dream, was it?"

He exhaled slowly. "I guess not."

She shook her head to get her bangs out of her eyes. She looked like she was going to cry. "Shh," he said, hugging her. "It'll be okay, Jules."

"I'm scared, Greg." she said, her voice shaking.

"I know. I am, too. But Cammie was right. I know my mom, and your mom, and Aunt Paige and Aunt Prue wouldn't have been into anything bad. I mean, Uncle Darryl said they were the four best people he'd ever met." he said, trying to reassure himself as much as his little cousin.

Julie nodded. She remembered what their Uncle Darryl had told them. He had been the sisters' best friend, he of all people would know, wouldn't he?

"Thanks, Greg,' she said.

"Are you sure you're okay now?"

"Yeah, I'm just going to go find Cammie. I promised I'd talk to her about it." she said.

"OK." he walked upstairs with her, and left her at the door of the room she shared with her sister.

Julie went in, and was somewhat relieved to see Camille wasn't there. She didn't feel like talking about it anymore with anyone, not even her twin. Instead, she flopped down on her bed and went to sleep.

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