Looking out the window Phoebe didn't recognize where they were so she stepped up and pulled the stop signal; figuring it would be easier just to take a cab to P3. The signal didn't work however and the driver kept driving on his unusual route.

"Such a shame…" said the old man, "you seem like such a nice little thing too."

"Thanks." Phoebe said questionably. She was now visibly concerned about the premonitions she had had. What did they mean, what could possibly be wrong with riding a bus? She wondered what she should do, and if Piper even noticed she was late.

"Umm, does this bus stop ever?" Phoebe asked sarcastically. She hadn't intended on saying that out loud, but it had slipped out.

"Of course my dear, it stops every so often on it's way to pick up more people and let some off." He responded calmly. She seemed to be more relaxed at this comment at first, but then immediately did a double take.

"Some people get off? What do you mean some people get off?" She had no intention to let this little slip of the tongue go by unnoticed. She waited for an answer when she heard the bus come to a stop and the young couple in the back screamed with delight as they were let off the bus. Phoebe hadn't noticed anything unusual about them until they were leaving. They were both wearing big bright colors that she hadn't seen since the 80's, and the girl had a huge hole on the front of her shirt. Thinking that maybe that was just her style she got up and tried to get off the bus.

"I'm sorry Miss, it isn't your turn yet…" The bus driver said coldly. "You're going to have to wait until someone has finished your business."

"I just want to get out and take a cab to P3… it is like 2 miles away from where I got on… now let me off this bus!" She began raising her voice when the driver again refused to let her off the bus. She vaguely recognized the voice, but wasn't quite sure where she'd heard it before. Reluctantly she sat back down and started to ponder how she had gotten on the bus in the first place.

"Thank you, I'll get back to you about this…" Piper slammed her head down on the table as another applicant disappointed her. He was the fifth who had no prior experience, and; she thought, could probably be taken out by a ten year old. "I am a good person!"

Just then the band setup was finished and she anxiously awaited their music. Their music didn't help the migraine headache Piper had started to develop, so she left the room while they finished playing a set. When she glanced down at her watch she noticed how long it had been since Phoebe had left the message on her machine. Not certain what to do Piper checked the bus schedule to see if she could determine when Phoebe would arrive. The transit number she had tried calling was busy for each and every one of the five times she had tried. 'There must be a lot of Phoebes out there,' Piper thought.

"Jack, I am so sorry for asking you to leave earlier. I don't know what I would have done without your help, you are so great." His fingers caressed her stressed shoulders as the couple enjoyed their picnic lunch.

"Jack, hello? Anybody home?" she said annoyed with him. He had been gazing off into space for the past few minutes, she wondered what he was dreaming about this time. 'There couldn't be much other then hormones flying around that empty head of his,' she thought. "Jack, down and to the left…"

"Huh? What?" looking down to his stilled hands he pulled back and returned to his work. After filing through papers for a few minutes, he again looked up to meet her startled gaze. "Were you saying something?"

"Yea… where were you…" thinking to herself before giving him time to answer, "um, never mind okay… I don't want to know…" She looked at all the work that was still sitting on her desk, and thought to herself, 'Phoebe has got it sooo easy'