Leo orbed back into the manor. The three sisters sat in the living room waiting for him. He had been gone just over an hour.
"Well," he said, "I've only been able to check on two of the names on the list. But you can scratch both of them. The ones in New York and Montana are definitely not Miranda's father."
"We know," said Prue, holding up a piece of paper. "I spoke to the one in Brewster Falls. We were about to call for you. He's Miranda's father and he'll be here at eight o'clock."
"That was easy," said Leo.
"Yeah, it was," said Piper. "We've all ready talked to Miranda and she's ecstatic. She's wants us to come over and meet him. She says we have the right to since we found him."
"Did she ask how you were able to find him so quickly?" Leo asked.
"Oh, I said you just needed to know where to look," said Prue. "She seemed satisfied with that."
"Good," said Leo. "So, I guess we have an appointment tonight."
"One that I will be happy to keep," said Phoebe. "It's nice to get a vision that doesn't involve demons. I wish we could get more things like this."
"I think we should wait until nine o'clock to go over there," said Piper. "They haven't seen each other for eighteen years. I think it would be best if we gave them some time alone before we go barging in."
"Now that's a good idea," said Phoebe. "I'll call Miranda and let her know."
It was just past nine o'clock that night when Prue rang the doorbell to Miranda's home. No sooner had she rung the bell than Miranda opened it.
"Oh, good," said Miranda, "we were hoping that was your car. Come in, come in. We've all been waiting for you."
They went into the living room where Alexander sat. There was also a man in his late fifties and a young boy about fourteen.
"This is my father, John Smith," said Miranda, nearly giddy.
"Hi," said Prue. "I'm Prue Halliwell. We spoke on the phone."
"Yes," said Smith. "I don't know how to thank you. I've been looking for Miranda since she ran away. I had given up on ever finding her."
"I have a brother," squealed Miranda, indicating the young boy. "Daddy remarried after I ran away. Now, I have a brother."
"Hello," said the boy politely. "I'm Leo."
"Really?" asked Piper, pointing to their Whitelighter. "So is he."
"This is Piper and Phoebe, my sisters," said Prue. "And of course, that's Leo."
"This could get confusing," said Alexander.
"You can call me Leonardo," said the boy. "That's my full name."
"Mine, too," said Leo. "So I guess we'll just have to call you Leonardo and me Leo to keep us straight."
"That's okay with me," said Leonardo.
"See," said Smith to his son, "I told you it was a good name. He's never cared much for it," he explained to the others. "He was named after my father."
"It's a good name," said Leo, smiling. "I've had it a long time."
Leonardo just smiled.
"So, have you had a chance to catch up?" asked Piper.
"Well, as much as we could in an hour," said Smith. "There's still so much more to catch up on. But I wanted to thank you for everything you've done."
"Our pleasure," said Phoebe.
"And daddy says that Leo, that is, Leonardo, had the same medical problem I have," said Miranda. "He donated bone marrow for a transplant and it cured him."
"It's a genetic trait in our family," said Smith. "I don't see why it wouldn't work for Miranda as well."
Phoebe just smiled at her sisters and Leo. It was nice to know her power could be as useful as theirs.