The young woman turned pushed her way into the rioting crowd. She stopped next to a tall, brown haired boy who acknowledged her presence with a glance, before continuing with his fist shaking and shouting.

She caught her breath and ran her hands down her dress, smoothing the red lace down.

She had to yell over the loud voices filling the air to get his attention.

"Glen, what's going on?"

Again, the man only looked at her momentarily before turning back to face the large man at the front of the crowd. He spoke without looking at her.

"I don't know! They won't let us in!"

Paige looked around in exasperation, then determinedly pushed her way through the rest of the crowd to the large man at front.

"Why aren't we allowed in?" She demanded, though her shouts could hardly be heard over the roar of the crowd behind her.

The large man looked young and tired, and when her turned to face the girl he looked into her eyes pleadingly.

"I'm trying to explain!" He called to her between breaths, as he shoved rowdy people back from the entrance door. "The owner died! No one's sure what's going on, but no one called the band so they showed up. Problem is..." He said as he forced another eager man out of the way, "we don't have any staff...We're not even sure if the club is still open!"

The girl nodded her head and weaved her way back into the crowd, grabbing Glen's arm and pulling him out forcefully until they were a good 20 feet from the crowd.

He looked at her idoly. Over the crowd, he yelled, "What was that for Paige?"

She looked around he waved him to follow her as she led the way to her car. Once they were inside, she turned on the ignition and turned to face Glen, who was sitting anxiously in the front seat.

"Piper died."

Glen looked at her confused.

"Who?"

"Piper. Piper Halliwell...The owner."

This sobered Glen up, and he looked down at his hands. "Oh."

"Yeah," Paige said.

Glen looked back up at her, still confused.

"That's awful...But then why would they book a band? Any why would the club be open."

Paige looked at him through squinted eyes, then laughed lightly as she slapped his arm.

"Obviously it's not open," she said with a smile, but it faded quickly as she looked out the window in deep thought. "It's really sad."

A question popped into Glen's mind, and as usual, he spoke without thinking.

"How did you know her name?"

At this, Paige turned back to him but took a moment before answering his question, as if deciding how to answer.

"You know how I tried to find my birth parents a couple of months ago?" Glen nodded. "Well...I thought...for a little while, anyway, it might've been Piper Halliwell's mother..." She trailed off.

Glen raised his eyebrows at her when she didn't continue. "But...?"

She sighed. "But their mother died a long time ago, so..." Again, Glen nodded.

She turned back to look out the window, and absently said, "I wonder when the funeral is."

"Why, you gonna go?"

Paige restarted the engine and put the car in reverse, answering as she carefully pulled out of her parking spot.

"Maybe. I don't know. Depends when it is...Just feels like I should."

Both stayed silent for the length of the ride, only starting a new, lighter conversation when they arrived at the other club.