Paige looked around the cemetery, what? Was she really standing over her own grave. She smiled with unease. Tears streamed down her cheeks but she felt numb. She called for the rose at her feet, but no emotions were in her and she hadn't meant to call but the rose lifted into a blue sparkle and flung past the hand she had placed out. She wasn't intact with her powers. She closed her eyes and envisioned the manor. Orbs circled her body, she saw the cemetery, then she saw blue skies and she saw her street and then the attic's wooden floor.
"PHOEBE?" she screamed out.
"What?" Phoebe looked up at her from the couch amazed but not sounding it.
"I was dead?" she couldn't spit it out, she felt cheesy with that kind of question.
"Yeah, a whole 2 days and 14 hours. It wasn't too rough was it? We have to vanquish this demon." She stood and walked out of the room.
What? That's all. 10 more hours and 3 days would have passed since Paige no longer felt her heart beating, or breathe on her neck, she wasn't going to realize yet that maybe this would be her only chance to live again.
"Oh and I missed you!" Phoebe ran back into the attic and grasped Paige close, sobbing and wetting Paige's burial dress with tears.
It was a relief, as Paige went with Phoebe down the stairs and saw Piper tending to her children. Piper turned at the slight notice of another person. She sprung up from her crouching position and then smiled and began to hug and kiss her sister. This was something that never happened. Phoebe knew she could've pulled it off for Prue, possibly? But the thought scared her and made her regret she didn't try. She pushed it out of her head.
"We don't have much time. Piper! That demon lost his bounty, won't he be back?"
It was a sudden jerk in the carpet, sending the tree toppling over a safety gate, as Chris and Wyatt orbed in unison into their playpen. Piper slid over the newly polished floor into a chair set out. Phoebe lay with Paige breathing hard. It wasn't unusual they fell back that hard, but it still hurt. He was there, The End. Jean seemed to scale air to land on his feet. The ladder rose back into the air. The demon didn't notice him. It was more of his mortal half that the End was of. Jean lunged at the End knocking him over into a potted plant and three smaller vases. Jean began his whispering, his true power. He was a Descendor, able to contact others through a chanting voice.
"They're not worth this. My sanity. They control good. I must go back and retrieve what I can. They're not worth this. My sanity ----" the demon threw a punch at absolute air acknowledging another was in the room, sending Jean back into a corner.
"You won't have her. You won't." Piper rose to her feet and blew up a small chair behind him.