Shea woke up as the sun shone on her eyes. She blinked a couple of times, trying to remember what had happened last night. Then it hit her. She had tried to run away. She must not have gotten anywhere, judging by the fact that she was sleeping on the living room couch in the manor. She could hear Piper humming in the kitchen and decided to go see what she was up to.

Shea watched as Piper made breakfast. She was humming a song that Shea vaguely recognized and was swaying back in forth to the beat. After a few minutes, Piper finally turned around. She was holding a bowl of batter in one hand and a whipping spoon in the other. In a skillet on the stove, bacon was cooking.

"How long have you been standing there?" Piper asked.

"Good morning to you too." Shea responded as she sat down at the table, pulling her blanket closer around her.

"How long have you been standing there?" Piper asked again.

"Not long." Shea replied. Piper sighed in relief.

"That's good. How'd you sleep?" Piper asked a she continued to stir the pancake batter.

"Good." Shea replied as she got up and got the orange juice out of the fridge. "How did you sleep?" She asked as she poured herself a glass and offered Piper some.

"Sure, thanks. Well, my sleep was a little lacking." Piper said. Shea looked up.

"Why?" Shea asked, concerned.

"I spent half the night looking for my niece." Piper said, looking at Shea.

"Sorry about that." Shea said with a smile on her face. Piper just laughed. Shea laughed too, but her face became serious. Piper noticed this.

"What's wrong?" Piper asked, concern filling her voice.

Shea looked up at her. "Nothing." Shea said, lying.

Piper set the things in her hand down and sat next to Shea.

"Come on. You can tell me." Piper told her as she reached up and tucked a strand of loose hair behind Shea's ear. Shea flinched slightly at Piper's touch.

"I can't tell you. It would get me in trouble. It would hurt you and the rest of the Halliwell's." Shea said, as she stood up, moving away from Piper. Piper stood up also.

"How would it get you in trouble?" Piper asked, her eyes filled with worry. She moved towards Shea and touched her lightly on the arm. This time the flinch was more noticeable. Piper pulled back, a confused expression crossing her face.

"It just would. It could be the end. Of me…and you." Shea said the last part with caution. Piper looked at her, her face still contorted in confusion.

"What are you talking about Shea?" Piper asked. Piper took another step towards Shea. Shea backed up until she was backed into a wall. She looked like a little kid, afraid of the monsters in the closet. But Piper knew she was afraid of more than that.

"I don't know if I can tell you." Shea said, her lip trembling. "I don't want anyone to get hurt. He'll kill me if I tell. He'll kill you too. I don't think I can deal with that. I've watched my family die, and Dave and Rhys and Caitlin. I can't watch anymore people die!" Shea said, dropping to the floor, tears running down her face.

"What do you mean you watched your family die." Piper asked as she dropped down to her knees and kneeled across from Shea.

"Didn't my dad tell you?" Shea asked.

Piper shook her head. "Would you like to explain?" Piper asked.

Shea shuddered. "I was 10." She started her story. "Shane and I were playing in our bedroom at the foster home we were staying at. Mom came for her monthly 20-minute visit. They were ridiculous, now that I think about it. All she did was sit there for 20 minutes. She'd never ask us how we were, or what we were doing. She'' just sit there. At that time, I hardly noticed when she showed up. I wouldn't know she was there. It was pathetic. Her excuses for not coming to see us, her reasoning for giving us up. From what we understood as 11 year olds, she was just a loser, a horrible mother. She would never even talk to us." Shea screamed. Piper fought the urge to wrap her arms around her niece.

"Then one day, on my 11th birthday, it happened. She came in on the first Friday of the month, just like usual. Shane and I had just come in from playing baseball down the street with a couple of the guys: Robbie, Tommie, Tim, and Jess. We heard arguing and ran into our room. It was mom. She was arguing with the man we later knew as out dad. A turn out he wanted to see us, but our foster mom didn't tell him that mom was here too. So they started fighting. I got mad and accidentally lit the curtains on fire. Colin…you remember him right?" Shea asked, pausing in her story.

It took Piper a minute to realize that Shea was asking her a question. "Your boyfriend, right?" She asked, to make sure.

"Yea." Shea replied, then continued with her story. "Colin was living with us. He ran in to find out what was wrong. He thought it was Shane and I, because when we fought we were loud and we usually tended to actually fist fight. And then the demon came in. He was big and ugly, really ugly. Mom and dad stared at him then told us to hide under the tables. He threw mom against the wall and he turned to face dad. Even then, dad didn't turn to his demonic form. He punched the demon and the demon was knocked over. For some reason, mom decided to be a coward. She ran away. She just looked at me, with those eyes of hers. I remember them clearly. They bore into my head. She was a coward! Then the demon stood up and turned on Shane, Colin and me. Dad yelled at us to get out of there, but he was too late. The demon threw him flying across the room and he was knocked out. Then the demon turned to face us. We didn't know what to do; we were 11 for Christ sakes! And dad was totally gone, unconscious. That's when it happened." Shea said

"What happened?" Piper asked, but Shea didn't hear her.

"Then the other demon appeared. He was a shapeshifter. He shapeshifted and dad woke up. He was so happy that we were okay. Colin and I knew the truth, but we couldn't say anything, because the demon said he would kill us.

"But what happened?" Piper practically yelled.

Shea took a deep breath. "The demon killed Shane and shapeshifted into him." Shea whispered. Piper gasped.

"Morning." Shane said as he walked into the kitchen.

"Has someone been a bad girl?" he asked mockingly as he raised a knife that he held in his hand.