The sunlight greeted Paige, who slowly opened her eyes and found herself in her bright and airy room in the Manor. Safe. There was her new top hanging on her wardrobe, her shoes where she left them on the floor last night after coming in from P3, everything just as she had left it. The world was full of colour and life. But to Paige the memories of the night before dulled the colours, sucked the life out of the picture. Even though she could hear Piper and Phoebe talking downstairs, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. It had been too real to be just a bad dream. She didn't have the power of premonition. So what had happened?
As soon as she had checked in on her sisters at breakfast - reassuring herself that Piper was in fact alive and well - she slipped into the attic, so completely different to the night before. Perhaps it had all been a dream, perhaps she was worrying about nothing. But as she came to the open Book her hands shook and her heart stopped. For there was proof the previous night's events had occurred. There was the same heading on the page that had mysteriously appeared in the moonlight, and as Paige looked up to the empty space where she had seen her sister the room went dark...
It was a pitch black, so dark that Paige couldn't even see her hands; her eyes never adjusted to the lack of light. And she didn't feel stable; she wasn't convinced that there was ground beneath her feet. Slowly, slowly, so slowly that she wasn't even sure that she was seeing what she thought she was seeing small pin-pricks of light began to appear around her, calling her, stretching out in the darkness as though for eternity. And the faintest possible strain of music in the background, like a flute, only softer, rippling through arpeggios.
The sudden realisation that she was floating through stars and that there was indeed nothing beneath her panicked her. The music suddenly lost its smooth melodious style and turned jagged and sharp, filled with accidentals; double sharps and chords that didn't fit. Paige forced herself to breath, and as she calmed her heart beat, so the music calmed, louder than it was before but no longer full of panic. Am I controlling it? she thought How could I be? Paige purposefully thought violent thoughts, about the demon she and her sisters had vanquished last week and was strangely satisfied to hear the music respond the deep percussion, the clash of symbols and the victorious sounds growing around her, as tangible as the silence had been the night before....
"Paige? Paige, where are you?"
Paige heard Phoebe's voice as though far, far away. Forcing herself to concentrate on it she felt as though she was being pulled away from the stars, the music getting faster and faster until
It stopped. And she found herself stood once again in front of the Book of Shadows. Hearing Phoebe shout again, Paige orbed herself downstairs into the living room and was greeting by a gasp from her older sister. For Paige now shone with a silver light that seemed to radiate from her, her hair was now as black as ebony and hung down to the small of her back and her skin translucent and luminous...