The Quiet
Both Piper and Phoebe felt dazed, the lights that had appeared before them on Paige's disappearing act had sent their heads spinning and neither of them could focus. Afterwards both would swear that they had heard a distant whisper of music, as though carried in on a breeze. Piper had moved first, as the sun outside went behind the cloud and moved the pattern of light on the mirror that seemed to be mesmerizing them both. Feeling as though she was in a dream, she noticed a lack of panic at her sister's plight.
However, when she moved around to face Phoebe and looked her in the eyes, both saw in the other the sudden realisation of what had just occurred, and both felt her head suddenly clear.
"What was that Pheebs? Where did she just disappear to?"
Phoebe just shook her head. As Paige had reached for the mirror, Phoebe had had a sudden empathic attachment to her sister, despite the potion Paige and Piper had taken to prevent this, and had felt an emotion she had never quite experienced before, that she couldn't quite grasp or understand. A feeling of peace, and power, yet infused with a great inner sadness and age. "I don't know; she just orbed down like that. She didn't say anything"
Calling for Leo, Piper moved towards the stairs, and again heard the musical murmur, which she strained to place. It was so familiar, yet so hard to capture. She knew though that somewhere she had heard it before, and somehow it may hold the key to finding her sister. Her mind raced over the last few days; the band at P3 last night, the music on the tape that she played to get Chris to sleep, the ice cream van that had stopped yesterday afternoon outside the house. No, it wasn't any of them, what was it? She stopped as she recognised in it the tune that she had been singing to herself all morning, with additional decoration yes, but the basic pattern of notes remained the same. Where had it come from?