Piper arrived at the Manor in no time. She jumped out of the car and rushed up the steps leading to the Manor. As Piper barged through the door, she almost tripped over her feet, going so fast.
"Great, that's all I need, two sisters to take care instead of one," Prue lightly joked, with no real humor as she rose from her place on the couch.
"Where's Phoebe? Is she okay?" Piper asked hastily.
"She's fine, she's sleeping," Prue replied, staring of into space as she moved a step forward.
"If Phoebe's fine, then why do you look like you're about to inform me that we have a funeral to go to?" Piper asked the oldest sister while she got up off the floor and onto her feet.
Prue sighed, "She's just been so distant lately. When I went to find her some pajamas, I found clothes I didn't even know she owned. Then she informed me that she does even wear pajamas, she doesn't wear anything to bed, well, except her underwear."
Piper looked on in shock at what her big sister was telling her. She then began to realize that she too, like Prue, didn't know any of these things. She didn't know anything. Piper started to recall a time when she knew her younger sister inside and out. Piper use to be able to tell if Phoebe was even the slightest upset, but now, Piper barely even saw her sister let alone talk to her.
Phoebe opened her eyes. As Phoebe rolled over to check the clock, she recalled the events that had happened in the last 48 hours. It was 9:42. She'd been asleep since before noon the day before. Phoebe swung her legs over the side of the bed. When Phoebe went to stand up, she just fell right back down. Her actions yesterday left her a little weaker than she would have thought. Phoebe took a minute to compose herself, gather up her strength, and went over to her dresser to put her pajamas on before going downstairs. Then she began walking downstairs. Phoebe smelled something wonderful coming from the kitchen as she descended the stairs.
"Morning sweetheart," Grams greeted a shocked Phoebe. Phoebe didn't remember seeing Grams yesterday, so she had figured Grams went out of town. However, she's usually gone longer than this.
"Uh, morning Grams," Phoebe greeted in return. Phoebe hoped that Prue hadn't told Grams about her arm.
"Prue and Piper are asleep on the couch, I was just about to go wake them up for breakfast, unless you would like to do the honors?" Grams asked with a smirk on her face.
Phoebe fiddled with her hands, while finding them just as interesting. She looked up, "Um, Grams, I was kind of wondering if I could talk to you for a minute, without Prue and Piper..."