"March, You and your sisters should stay together since Xanthos targets witches new to the Craft," Piper suggested.
"Yeah," March agreed. "I also think that it is a good idea to orb to Alabama and grab our sunglasses so that we don't look him in the eye by accident."
"Good idea, but make it quick."
March quickly orbed out the Manor and to their home in Alabama. She quickly located all three pairs of shades and orbed back within minutes. "Got'em."
"May! April!" Her two sisters appeared from the sunroom, questioning looks written on their faces.
March quickly explained her idea to them as she handed their sunglasses to them.
"Oh!"
"Don't lose them," March ordered, looking pointedly at April.
"Why you looking at me?" she asked.
"You always lose your sunglasses. Make sure you don't lose them! Got it? Good!" March stormed out of the living room and upstairs.
April and May looked on, startled. "What is up with her? She never acts like that."
April nodded. "She's never fussed at me for losing my sunglasses. She always takes it in stride and goes on.
"Something isn't right with our big sister."
All April could do was nod her head in agreement.
Meanwhile, March was upstairs flipping through the Book of Shadows, taking long glances at each of the demons she encountered on each page. They were all so fascinating, Grimlocks, warlocks, Kazi demons, and one in particular caught March's eye.
Shax, The Source's assassin. March recalled that he was the one who killed Prue. He was later vanquished by Piper, Phoebe, and Paige.
"What you looking at?" Prue asked as she and Paige entered the attic.
"Shax, now that is one interesting demon."
"Yeah, he managed to kill me," Prue replied solemnly.
"Yes, Shax. He was my first vanquish," Paige reminisced. "Good times."
"Aye, they were."
"I bet," March answered softly.
"Don't worry," Prue assured her. "You'll get your own unstoppable demon one of these days."
"He won't stand a chance against the Power of Three!" Paige exclaimed.
"Xanthos sure is biding his time," March said as the shut the book.
"Yeah, I want to get rid of him already. I hate the waiting part," Paige added with a slight moan.
"Me too," Prue agreed. "Even after you're dead, it's still not easy."
Piper watched the younger cousins grow steadily more and more restless. May was twirling her sunglasses around and around. April was fiddling with her powers, creating small bursts of static electricity. And ever since March came down with her sisters, She had taken to pacing around the house. It was starting to drive Piper up the wall.
"Knock it off March!" May finally exclaimed when she returned to the living room.
"I can't help it! I hate waiting. My patience is growing very thin!"
"So are ours," Phoebe added. "But the pacing around doesn't help any. It just makes things worse sometimes."
"Maybe we all need a strong cup of tea and some snacks while we wait. March, would you like to help?" Piper asked.
"Sure," she answered quickly crossing over to her cousin. Piper noticed then that her eyes were void of their usual twinkle. She was all glassed over as if pondering something very metaphysical.
"You okay?"
"Fine. I'm all right."
"If you say so," Piper said unconvinced. She dropped it though, not wanting to quarrel with the Young Whitelighter.
Piper put the tea kettle on as March began searching in the kitchen for a suitable snack.
Piper busied herself with the tea as March worked on. After a while, she turned to the cabinet to get some glasses. Then she noticed that March had conjured peaches and grapes out of thin air.
"What?" March asked feeling her stare. "My sisters like peaches."
"You're using magic for personal gain."
"It is not personal gain; it's survival," March countered as she set the knife down.
Piper shook her head. "You are getting pretty good at that."
March gave her a satisfied smirk and picked up the fruit tray. "Coming Cousin?"
"In a minute."
"Suit yourself," March said as she exited, carrying the food tray in one hand.
Something is up with that girl, Piper thought as she poured the hot tea into the glasses.
After the relaxing snack, March still hadn't calmed down.
"I need to get outta here!" she exclaimed. "I'm going to take a walk outside!"
She headed for the door, but was stopped by Prue.
"Whoa! You can't go out there alone with Xanthos on the loose. Why don't you, Paige and I drive to Golden Gate Park?"
"Okay," March conceded. "Let me get my jacket."
March grabbed her jacket from the stand, and the girls walked out the Manor.
They climbed into Paige's green bug and drove off.
"Finally, we get away from those do-gooders!" Paige exclaimed.
"I feel so stifled around them!" Prue steamed.
O-o-okay, what is going on here? March thought, confused. As she pondered more and more about it, she found that she plain out didn't care. In fact, she agreed with them whole heartedly.