Piper ran through every second of the night before over and over again.  The passion and emotions were so over whelming that she could hardly control herself.  Her mind was all she had in this time and it was being to be over run with Portia's confusion and desire mixed with her own feelings.  She knew that last night was going to be a defining moment in Portia's life but she was unsure of what it meant for her life.  Piper had come to the decision that she was there for a reason and until she figured it out she would not see Wyatt or her sisters again.  That night, as wonderful as it was, dredged up feeling that Piper was trying to get past.  Leo had left.  He had left her and Wyatt and although she knew that it was for a noble cause it didn't make things hurt any less.  She had thought that a night with Leopold would give her back Leo but all that it did was remind her of what she had lost.  She didn't know where to begin.  She knew that she wanted to go home and never let go of Wyatt but in order to do that she would have to put him out of her mind temporally and focus on why she was there.  Portia floated around the manor for the rest of the day and Piper noted every move and thought she had.  Somewhere there were clues and signs as to why Piper was stuck in 1923.

Piper tried desperately to piece everything together over the next several weeks.  Nearly every night Portia snuck out to meet Leopold.  Sometimes they met at his home, sometimes her basement, and on the rare occasion even in town during the daytime.  It became second nature to Portia and so did the lies that she fed to Gordon.  Piper felt as if she was in heaven and hell all at the same time.  She was in Leo's arms once again but he was not her Leo and she refused to believe that it was him.  She missed her real family terribly but at the same was relishing the fact that she alone was learning so much of their past.  She had become quite fond of Paris.  Portia and Paris were very close and it gave Piper the chance to reconnect with a part of Prue.  Piper could not help feeling sorry for Paris.  She lived with her cousins and no man had entered the picture Since Piper's arrival.  Paris, though strong and confident, seemed lost and from what Piper could remember of the family tree she had never married.  How hard it must have been for Paris to live her entire life without knowing true love.  She was a gentle, comforting soul that should have had that chance and it crushed Piper's heart to think that Prue's life turned out much the same in so many ways.  Andy had been her love, but he was taken too soon for Prue to decide how deep that love ran.  After his death Prue was so reluctant to love again that she spent the last two years of her life without committing to anyone. 

Portia's relationship with Payton was so very different that Piper was still unsure if she even trusted Payton.  It was hard not to see Phoebe every time Payton came into the room.  Piper could not decide if it was loneliness or wickedness that was hidden deep in Payton.  She wanted Portia to try harder but with no real control of the body it seemed an impossible task.  Something was sitting between them and Piper wanted to find out what it was.  Payton never seemed to interact much with either Paris or Portia.  She was wanted and desired by many people.  She was popular and an important part of The Manor.  The women flocked to her for love potions, future stories and beauty secrets, the men for her other charms.  No one ever stayed the night but she was never alone.  She radiated power and strength and people were drawn to her because of it.  And with Halloween approaching quickly she was busier than ever.  Unlike the cousins she made it clear who she was, but Piper feared that it was all a mask to cover a life of pain.  Piper remembered Phoebe explaining how her past life was evil but she also said that she was a good witch until the warlock turned her.  She felt Portia's distrust of Payton right from the beginning but she saw Payton's pain.  Piper just could not believe that any evil past life could be reborn in such a loving sister that she adored so much.