Chloe had a long shower; she let the water flow over her tense neck, shoulders, back. Felt the warmth seep through her, relaxing her muscles. She was home. She hadn't felt at home anywhere in a long time. She had not grown up in the manor with the boys and Piper, but she visited a lot until she got sick. That's when her world turned upside-down, and she and her mother went on the run. Chloe opened her eyes to reach for the shampoo bottle Paige had loaned to her, as she touched it; she had a flash before her eyes, a memory. She was sitting in that bath tub; she could hear her dad singing her a song as he rinsed the shampoo out of her hair. She was smiling, laughing—about four or five years old. The water turned off and big strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her close, but she never saw his face. She never gets to see his face. She wiped the water off her face and reopened her eyes proceeding to wash her hair. *I'll find you* she thought.

Phoebe dropped the laundry basket she was carrying as she walked past Paige's room. "Another premonition?" Paige asked anxiously.
"I don't think so, this was a memory. And it wasn't mine. It was a little girl, in a bath tub. She was so happy, Paige..." Phoebe didn't finish her thought.
"Who do you think it was?"
"Family," Phoebe answered folding the laundry she had dropped on the floor, "close family."

Chloe emerged from the shower revitalized. She dried off with the fluffy white towel Paige had given her and put on the pink pajamas. *I love pink pajamas especially with polka dots* she smiled and danced to herself. Wrapping the towel around her head she walked out of the bathroom and found Paige and Phoebe still picking up the spilled laundry on the floor, "Can I help?" she offered.
"Sure, pick up a shirt and start folding," Phoebe gratefully responded.
"Thanks for the p.j.s, Paige. They're perfect."
"Anytime. Any friend of Chris's is a friend of mine," she said patting Chloe on the shoulder. Chloe had to hide her response, the rush of thoughts, adrenaline, emotions that filled her with Paige's touch.
"I don't think there's anything to worry about," she had to respond to this.
"What?" Paige was confused.
"You're worried about him. It's written on your face. But I don't think you need to be. He'll be fine. You did the right thing," Chloe answered leaning in to Paige.
"What's she talking about?" Phoebe asked. Paige had not talked about Richard in front of Chloe. Paige hadn't even mentioned Richard to her sisters since she bound his powers.
Shocked that Phoebe didn't know, the best Chloe could do to cover her mistakes was to avoid them, "Well, looks like all your laundry is refolded now, Phoebe. I'll be going to dry my hair now," and she got up and rushed away before either Phoebe or Paige could push the issue any further.
"What was she talking about, Paige?"
"Richard, I think she was talking about Richard," Paige answered, falling back off her knees and into Indian style.
"How does she know about Richard?" Phoebe asked, her skepticism now remounting as she placed the last shirt back in the basket.
"I don't know. I was just noticing this shirt," she answered picking up a silky number, "I wore it on my last date with Richard. I was thinking about him. Then I touched Chloe on the arm," Paige fiddled with the necklace around her neck, "I have been worried about him, Pheebs. I've only talked to him twice since I bound his powers. But I don't know how Chloe would know that."
"I think she has more tricks up her sleeve than she's willing to share," Phoebe gesticulated.

Paige walked around the corner to the bathroom and knocked on the door as the hair dryer turned off. "Come in," Chloe answered hesitantly. Paige nudged the door open to find Chloe with her head upside down, looking at her in the mirror. Paige turned her head to the side and wiggled her fingers in a simple wave. "Hi, I thought you'd probably want to talk to me."
"Um, yeah," Paige answered coming in the door and shutting it behind her. "I'm going to play on my white lighter genes here for a second and say, whatever you tell me, as long it doesn't involve someone getting hurt, I'll keep between you and me. Deal?" Chloe nods in agreement. "Ok, Chiquita, how did you know about Richard? What aren't you telling us?" Paige asked sitting on the edge of the bath tub.
*Lots,* Chloe thought putting the toilet lid down and sitting on it, "How did I know about Richard? I read your mind, when I touched you." Paige's jaw dropped, "It's one of my powers. I can read people's thoughts when I touch them, normally only if I want to. But your thoughts are screaming, Paige. I didn't have to try. You've needed to confront your worries. Sorry, I'm playing therapist. I know that's Phoebe's job in this family."
"Is that how you and Chris seem to read each other's thoughts?" Paige pushed.
Chloe laughed, "No, it's not. We are actually reading each other's thoughts." With that, she reached to the sink and picked up the gold ring and turned it over in her hand, wondering if she should actually let Paige have a closer look at it... afraid of what she might realize. "This is how we read each other's minds, and how we find each other." She handed Paige the ring who immediately recognized the Triquetra on the top. Before she could ask about it, Chloe answered, "It's blessed. Piper blessed it. The Triquetra protects us, and it linked us."
"Did you read my mind to answer that question?" Paige winked.
"No, I just knew you would be curious as to why I had your family's symbol on my ring," thinking for a second, "Would you like to try it?" Paige jumping at the opportunity to decipher some of Chris's mysteries nodded her head vigorously. "I thought you might. Put it on, and then just focus on Chris. You'll have to orb back, but that's all it takes to get you to him." Paige closed her eyes tight and in a flash of white light was gone. Chloe smiled deviously.