5:30ish: Halliwell's Kitchen:

"What's up?" Phoebe asked coming home from the paper. The taint of anxiety rang in her voice. In the kitchen were Paige and Piper. Paige was leaning against the counter, scrying for something. Piper was making sure she had everything before going off to the club while simultaneously making faces at Wyatt.

"Our friendly neighborhood demon took off," Piper replied with an air of acerbity.

"Not without leaving a mystery for us. He claimed this demon army is our fault," Paige added.

"What do you mean our fault?" Phoebe asked puzzled.

"His parting words to me were, 'this demon army is your fault'. I'm not sure if he means me, or us," Piper responded sounding slightly baffled. "I can't think of anything I've done."

"Neither can I," Paige noted.

"Well I can guarantee that it wasn't me," Phoebe claimed. "So what do we do now?"

"I've been scrying for him but" Paige trailed off. She looked down at the map. "We haven't had any luck."

"Well I'm off," Piper announced. Tonight Wyatt gets the turkey dinner and the strained prunes."

"Eww, the prunes," Paige reacted in disgust. "They just shoot through him!"

"He's five months old," Phoebe chimed in agreement. "It's not as though we have to worry about his regularity."

"The book says good colo-rectal health begins early," Piper shot back.

"And ends quickly," Paige carped.

"He gets the prunes and that's that," Piper settled. "Well wish me luck."

"Best Wednesday to you," Phoebe said tongue in cheek.

"Thanks," Piper said in departing. "Bye wittle Wyatt, Mommy misses you already."

"Leave now! So he can have a chance to miss you too." Paige yipped.

As Piper left, Phoebe moved over her sister's shoulder.

"Where are we?" Phoebe asked.

"The crystal just keeps pointing to this spot right off map," Paige stated.

"Well what's there?" Phoebe continued.

"Let's see, Golden Gate Bridge, hmm. Golden Gate Recreation Area! Why didn't I think of that before," Paige lamented.

"Seriously, when was the last time you were there?" Phoebe asked offhandedly.

"Fifth grade field trip," Paige admitted in a subdued tone.

"That's where he has to be." Phoebe pointed out.

5:30ish: Haas Playground, Golden Gate Recreation Area:

Corthion held his tanto high and ready. He had come here to brood. It had not worked out that way. Instead, he'd been assaulted. It was him against two demon bounty hunters.

"Come on!" he shouted panting. "You're boring the Hell out of me!" He saw an opening. Corthion ducked a slice from an athame only to parry another.

"Get me out of this and I swear I will go on a diet," He bargained.

"Oh sure," he heard a female voice say.

One regrouped enough to attack him again. He promptly kicked him to the ground. Corthion moved against the bounty hunter still on his feet. The demon charged at him. He made a quick thrust with his athame. It missed him but cut a large gash into his shirt.

'That was my favoreh, only shirt!" Corthion whined. He then grabbed the demon by his weapon arm, and sliced it off at forearm. Corthion promptly threw the severed limb and weapon away. Without missing a step, the now three-limbed demon conjured a fireball in the remaining hand.

"Oh we gonna play like this?" Corthion taunted. He stirred his free hand producing an energy ball in it. He tossed it up and caught it.

"Come on Nolan," he goaded.

The three-limbed demon threw his fireball. Corthion caught it on the blade of his dagger, where he twirled it and deflected it to the ground. The kickback of this action left a nice wound on the left side of his face. Better, not try that again. He thought to him self, trying to ignore the stinging.

" It's only a matter of time, give up the knife now," The relatively unharmed demon spoke.

"You're the pitcher in the relationship aren't you?" Corthion rebuffed. He moved his attention on the mutilated demon. "I feel your pain."

The first demon had tucked away his athame and was now forming two fireballs, but before he could move to attack, Corthion threw his energy ball vanquishing his two-armed attacker.

"Well that was fun," Corthion huffed and puffed. "Round two?"

Corthion readied his tanto for a charge. Midway through he tripped on someone orbbing in. His blade flew out of his hand.

"Oh this is five shades of good!" He shouted sarcastically.

"You're not on the bottom," Paige mumbled underneath.

Corthion moved off her and got up in a quick motion. The remaining bounty hunter already had Corthion's dagger.

"Thanks this is all I need. But here is a present for your pretty white lighter," The mutilated demon said throwing something at Paige. Without thinking Corthion dove, catching it in his throat. While bounty hunter shimmered away, Corthion fell to the ground foaming at the mouth.