A/N: Thanks for reviewing. I'm going to try to make this long. :-)

Piper dropped Wyatt off at preschool as if yesterday didn't happen. Wyatt, indulging in his precocious nature and his new found power of sensing people and their feelings, accepted this and wished his mom a good day as if yesterday didn't happen.

Piper called Nor into the manor at around nine, after she dropped Wyatt off, and Piper and Leo spoke to Nor as if yesterday had happened - twice.

You understand, right Eleanor? Piper asked, a school principal.

Stop calling me Eleanor! Piper glared at her and she folded. Yes. I get what you're getting at.

Piper continued. I'm glad that you understand Eleanor.

Nor rolled her eyes. We just don't think that this is the best way to announce yourself to a family, Leo said, a bit kinder.

And I don't think this is the best way for a family to announce itself to me! Nor said, jumping up from her chair. Nor was no longer a whitelighter. She was a thirteen year old girl fighting with her parents and she knew right where to hit them. Just because you have issues Piper doesn't mean I shouldn't be here! She spun towards Leo. And you! Don't go getting all superior just because your the whitelighter of the Charmed Ones! Nor hissed through her teeth. I'm not a child. I'm a whitelighter. I may only be thirteen, but I've been a whitelighter for ten years. She glared at both of them and orbed out.

She'd be twenty three, Piper said, coming to a sudden realization.

I hate it when she goes Leo groaned.

You hate it when she's right, Leo, Piper pointed out. She may be a whitelighter who looks thirteen and, like a thirteen year old, thinks she knows everything, but she's got to be once right in a while. She groaned herself. I'm just wondering why she had to be right now.

* * * * * *

So she had to have gotten a premonition, Cole pointed out to Darryl, talking about his fight with Phoebe yesterday and how she knew about the Hollow.

So she had to have something of yours, Darryl said, taking another bite of his scrambled eggs.

Cole replied with a smile. So she might not break up with me.

Or it might be Phoebe just being herself. Have you seen their attic? Darryl asked.

Toys from who knows when, broken chairs, etc.? Cole asked.

Darryl nodded. No I meant the other attic. He laughed and continued. When I first found out about them being witches and all Phoebe wanted me to see the book. Not only did I end up seeing that, which I never wanted to see in the first place, but I went on a tour of the attic. He groaned at the memory. Wife wondered why I was late for dinner.

Cole laughed. He could just imagine. Still... she had something of mine.

Was she angry when you saw her later? Emotional and yelling? Darryl asked, starting in on his bacon.

Cole frowned. No. It was just silent. Silent and uncomfortable.

That's bad. That's really bad. When Phoebe angry she...

Let's everyone know, Cole replied with a groan.

Yeah. Silent and awkward isn't good.

Maybe she is moving on...

No. You just don't move on from that. However, I think she might be trying to end it. I've seen the way she's been burying herself in different things. And Wyatt? She would glue the kid to herself if she could. She's not trying to work through the pain of this past year... she's trying to hide from it.

When did you take psychology? Cole asked sarcastically, trying to ignore what his friend had just told him.

Never. It's all police stuff that I've picked up. We get seminars on how to read people and stuff like that. He shrugged. But... for the Halliwells? I just know them really well. He picked up his ringing phone. Morris. Oh! Hi, Sheila, honey. I'm just sitting here eating with Cole. He frowned. He glanced at Cole and nodded. Pretty much... They're having lunch today. He nodded again. Okay. Love you too. Bye. He snapped the phone shut and looked up.

That was Sheila. She wanted to know if you wanted to come to dinner tonight. He stood up and put ten dollars down on the table. If you don't want to come just call to check in. He looked genuinely concerned. I worry about you.

Cole gave a vapid laugh. Okay. I'll talk to you later.

Darryl nodded. Bye Cole.

* * * * * *

Paige dialed slowly. Hi? Georgia? She sighed, relieved as she realized she got the right number. Oh yeah. I know we haven't talked in a while. Yeah. Life's been hectic. Heard about your new job. Like it? That's great. Well I was wondering if you wanted to meet for lunch. I just haven't seen you in so long and... She laughed. No need to explain. I know. She frowned. Okay. Another day then. She whispered her good-bye before placing the phone quietly back in place. She laid her head down on the desk and resisted the urge to cry.

* * * * * *

Wyatt frowned, tugging on his teacher's sleeve. I have to go Mrs. Winter, he said.

To the bathroom, dear? Mrs. Winter, the middle-aged plump woman who favored brightly colored and loose dresses to any other piece of clothing, asked, confused in her unusually high voice.

No. Home.

Wyatt, dear, you can't go home until your mom or someone comes to pick you up, she said, patting him on the head. The woman smile genially, looking over her purple rimmed, rhinestone studded, cat glasses which attached to a beaded chain around her neck. The woman fit into this classroom and into the occupation like peanut butter to jelly. However for all her years of teaching and her expertise she didn't know how to handle magical and unusually bright children.

My mom is sad though, Wyatt continued.

Dear? I'm sure she's fine. Cindy though? She knelt down and steered Wyatt's vision to one of his classmates, a little blond haired girl with large pink rimmed glasses. She's sad. Her blocks fell down. Perhaps you could cheer her up? Mrs. Winter suggested.

I need to go home, Wyatt pushed.

Oh sweetie. You can't go home until someone picks you up, she said, giving him a hug.

Wyatt's face lit up. Little did Mrs. Winter know that she planted the seed in Wyatt's head... the seed that might get him out of school for years to come. Wyatt smiled and walked over to Cindy. He laid her hands on her shoulders and in a few minutes she was smiling as usual. He walked back over to Mrs. Winter and got permission to go to the bathroom.

Wyatt looked around the bathroom. Nor had told him never to do weird things in public. She said, People don't go for that. She had told him examples of weird things.'

Nor thought as she sat on the little primary colored chair in Wyatt's room. Weird things... One. Talking to yourself in public is a really weird thing. So Earp? I'll come when you call, but make sure that no one is around when you do it. Another weird thing? Wearing bad hats. People will label you for life. Stick to baseball caps and you'll be okay. Weird thing number three: laughing at nothing. Sometimes it's fun, but sometimes it's just strange. Only laugh at nothing when you're just with your friends. Okay?

Wyatt had nodded, agreeing.

Wyatt, sure that everything was safe, coughed. he called out.

Nor asked, appearing in a stream of blue lights. What's the matter?

My mom is sad. I need to go home.

Nor bit her lip. I don't think that's a good idea. However, if you want... I'll take you out to lunch at.... PJ's?

Wyatt shook his head. PJ's is where I go with Aunt Phe. We could go to Yak Cafe? Wyatt asked hopefully.

Nor shrugged and smiled. She offered her hand. Hop on.

Wyatt shook his head. Mrs. Winter says I can't leave unless someone picks me up.

Nor nodded. Okay. Go back to your classroom and I'll get you in a few moments.

Wyatt gave her the thumbs up and scurried out of the bathroom. Nor lingered a few minutes after he had gone, thinking up an excuse before she realized she was in the boy's bathroom and quickly orbed out.

* * * * * *

Phoebe groaned as she rolled over. She read the clock, bleary-eyed. Ten o'clock.

Phoebe groaned some more. She went to sit up, but quickly fell back as she realized her head felt like it weighed a million pounds and she felt like she would be sick. No more getting drunk, she made a mental note.

She blindly reached for the phone. Putting it up to her nose she considered dialing the ten digits of Cole's phone number, but she put it next to her. This lunch couldn't be held off any longer. Phoebe dragged herself out of bed and took a shower. Cold.

* * * * * *

Cole shifted aimlessly through the files on his desk. He had finished up most of his major cases. He only had one more big thing to do: Victor's case. He grumbled at the thought.

he asked as soon as the secretary pushed him through.

What do you want? Victor asked tersely.

I want you to go through these papers with me, Cole bit out.

I already told you...

You were wrong. This papers are sloppy. You should get a new secretary. Cole bit his tongue, trying to stop himself from saying it. But he couldn't. He genially said, And your daughter is taking me out to lunch today. He almost saw Victor pale. I know you don't want to discuss the papers. I'll call you when it's more convenient. And he hung up the phone.

* * * * *

Phoebe got out of the shower and decided that food wouldn't be the best thing. Not because she was suffering from a hangover, it was almost gone, but because she was too nervous.

Today, at lunch, she would have or would not have to say good-bye to the love of her life.

A/N: That was 5 pgs on the computer. But whatever.... I'm trying hard. I'm saving the lunch for another time. I know. Evil of me.