An apprehensive Phoebe finds Piper folding laundry in Piper's room. She carefully steps in the doorway and gives a faint-hearted greeting.
"Hey," she says.
Not looking up, Piper quips, "So do you own any underwear that aren't thongs?"
"Well, most days I don't wear any underwear," Phoebe hints at a chuckle.
"Not what I wanted to hear." Piper glances at Phoebe, who, despite being capable of sisterly banter, is looking oddly serious at the moment. "Are you okay? How was the job interview?"
"Yeah, it was fine. Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something. It's kinda difficult to talk about and if I'm being honest, I'm not sure I'm making the right decision talking to you about it. But at the same time, I need someone to know."
"Okay, come here. Sit down." A confused Piper takes Phoebe's hand and leads her to the side of the bed. They sit. "What's wrong?"
Phoebe bites her knuckle before asking Piper, "Do you know why I left San Francisco?"
"To go to New York? You had friends there and you were gonna find a job."
"Yes, that's why I went to New York, but I was also leaving home." Phoebe sighs before taking a breath.
"What happened, Phoebe?"
Phoebe takes a deep breath, still sitting rigidly on the bed and avoiding Piper's gaze. "Do you remember when we went out to celebrate their engagement? We went to that rooftop bar near Chinatown?"
"Yeah," hesitates Piper.
"Roger, he followed me outside when I was leaving. He started to hit on me, saying that he chose the wrong sister and should actually be with me. I ignored him and tried to get a cab. But he wouldn't stop and when I didn't respond, he got angry. He grabbed my arm and took me around the side of the building. He…" Phoebe tries to articulate her story but her voice falters. "He pushed me against a wall and started touching me. That's when Prue found us. Honestly, thank God she came because… because I was so scared."
Phoebe takes a couple of sharp inhales. She is crying.
"Oh my God." Piper pulls Phoebe into her side and wraps her arms around her. After a couple of minutes of silent crying, Phoebe pulls away from Piper and wipes her cheeks with her sleeves.
"Prue was so mad at me," says Phoebe.
"Yeah, I remember. She slept at my apartment that night. She was very upset."
"She was upset with me because she thought…"
"I know, Phoebe," interrupts Piper, "but also with Roger. She felt like she couldn't trust him, and not just with you, but with any woman."
"She can't trust him."
"Pheebs, you're right."
Not paying attention to Piper's attempts to calm her, Phoebe continues, "Look, I guess I did lie. It's not that I didn't touch him but he touched me. And it was so aggressive."
"I know. I know. Come here." Piper pulls Phoebe into her side again and kisses the top of her head, which is nestled between Piper's head and shoulder. "I believe you."
After another couple of minutes, Piper states, "you know you have to tell Prue."
"What? No. Prue can't find out." Phoebe pulls away and looks into Piper's eyes for the first time.
"Phoebe, you have to tell her."
"She won't believe me."
"Of course she'll believe you. She's your sister."