Finally, Phoebe spoke up, her voice unusually quiet and strained,
"How can they justify breaking up the Charmed Ones though? We're needed."
She was thinking of the Cleaners, the way they had pressurized them by reminding them how important the Charmed Ones were for good, and how without them the balance of good and evil would be drastically swung, to the detriment of all. Leo shook his head, looking suddenly world-weary. The Quiet weren't like the Cleaners, an entity the girls could face and argue with. Only on very rare occasions had any members of The Quiet been seen; they could not be summoned, it was their choice if they wished to encounter any 'normal' magical individual. They were powerful, more powerful than the Halliwells could even imagine, created by the one great power who had created all. There was no way that Phoebe and Piper could manipulate this situation in the way they had done before.
Piper suddenly stood up and moving across the room quickly took up the scrying crystal that Phoebe had dropped on Leo's arrival. For she had suddenly realized that the tune she had been humming that morning was Paige's personal music, that the power held by the Charmed Ones must have allowed it to infiltrate her mind as well. And surely, if Paige's music was unique to her alone, then maybe Piper could use it to scry for her. And then perhaps they could convince her that she was needed with them; she could make The Quiet see that she would keep the secret and convince them to allow her to return.
But as she came to the map she realized the flaw in her idea. Where would she scry for Paige? For Leo had said that Paige was floating in time and space, there was no way any map could cover that. The sudden rush of hope, now snatched away, had left Piper feeling even more helpless and desolate. She was not prepared to lose her sister; they had gone through too much to rescue Wyatt to be broken up now.
Leo ached as he saw the pain of Piper, as though it was his own heart breaking again. He wished he could comfort her, hold her and never let go, tell her it would all be okay. Instinctively his hand moved to her shoulder, but he didn't touch her, leaving it hovering over her for a second, before moving it quickly away again. Instead he turned to Phoebe; his mind turning again and again, trying to find any idea that could offer them both a flicker of hope. And it came.
"Wait, Piper you're right, I think we can use Paige's music to find her"
For Phoebe was an empath, and her younger sister's emotions were now intrinsically connected to the music that surrounded her. If Phoebe could use her empathy power to find Piper in an alternate universe, Leo had no doubt that she could use it to find Paige this way, to focus on Paige through the snippet of music Piper had. None of them dared think about a plan beyond this; this was their only glimmer of hope, as Phoebe nervously took Piper's and Leo's hands, listening intently to her sister hum the tune that was hopefully the key to bringing Paige home, and finding that she too instinctively knew the pattern of notes.
As the trio focused all their energy on the song, they suddenly felt a wind whipping around them, there was a burst of light, and then ... nothing.