Everything seemed quiet and normal in the Halliwell household. Prue, and her sister Piper, were sleeping peacefully in their beds. They didn't know that just down the hall, their youngest sister, Phoebe, was tossing and turning, and talking in her sleep.
Suddenly Phoebe woke from her restless sleep with the feeling in her head that she just had a premonition, one that made no sense. She sat there for a moment scratching her head, trying to remember what woke her up so quickly.
"THE ATTIC!"
She said out loud to no one as she jumped out of the bed and ran out her bedroom door. It was almost 5:00 in the morning, and Piper, who was always a light sleeper, woke with a jump, hearing a door slam and feet running past her door. Thinking that one of her sisters might need her help she climbed out of bed and entered the hallway to see what was going on.
As she closed her bedroom door she looked along the hall and saw no one. She checked in the bathroom to make sure no one was sick, and when she found it empty she decided to check downstairs. After checking the kitchen, and living room she noticed the back and front doors were still dead bolted and chained, which told her that no one left the house.
Figuring it was just a dream, she made her way back upstairs and was about to head back to bed when she noticed the attic light was on. Letting out a small grown she made her way up the stairs dreading it more and more with every step she took. As she approached the top of the stairs she paused for a moment and listened. She could clearly hear things being thrown on the floor, furniture being pushed around and someone mumbling to themselves.
She made her way up the final few steps and raised her hands preparing to freeze anything in her sight. She entered the room slowly, and scanned the room with her eyes, expecting the worst. At first she saw nobody, which scared her beyond belief, for she had learned that sometimes the most dangerous things can not be seen. As she moved slowly around a pushed dresser she found the strangest thing.
"Phoebe? What the Hell? What are you doing?"
Hearing the loud voices and thumping on the ceiling, which to he sounded like someone pounding on her head, Prue climbed out of bed, and grabbed her bathrobe.
"This better be good!"
She mumbled to herself as she made her way out of her bedroom. Not even stopping to close the door behind her, she made her way up the attic stairs. She was ready to kill the first person she saw for waking her so early in the morning on her first day off in weeks.
"Alright, would someone please tell me what is going on up here? It's 5:00 in the morning, and for once, I can sleep in and…"
Stopping mid-sentence she noticed that Piper wasn't even looking at her. She walked around the dresser, followed Piper's fixed stare, and hung her mouth open with complete shock. What she saw confused and scared her terribly.
"Look in the walls, look in the wall…."
"Phoebe what are you doing?"
Prue watched as Phoebe continued crawling on her hands and knees, running her hands along the wall talking to herself. She made no attempt to respond to her sisters question, and even worst, didn't even seem to notice they were in the same room. When Prue still got no response she stepped in front of Piper, turned around, and looked her square in the eye.
"Piper what's going on? What is Phoebe doing?"
"I don't know, I asked her. Prue it's like she lost her mind. All she'll say is 'Look in the walls.' She won't say anything else."
Prue wasn't going to settle for that. She turned around and walked right over to Phoebe. Bending down she grabbed Phoebe's hands, forcing her to look right into her eyes.
"Phoebe, pull yourself together! Tell us what's wrong." Still not getting a response, Prue softened her voice and pushed a strain of hair out of Phoebe's eyes.
"Pheebs, just relax and tell us what your doing. Maybe we can help."
Phoebe, looked up at Piper as if saying, 'HELP ME'. Piper recognized this look in her baby sister's eyes, and joined them on the floor.
"Phoebe we want to help please let us."
Phoebe looked from Piper to Prue, and then back to Piper. She could tell she was worrying Prue, and scaring Piper. She took a deep breath, and began to explain.
"I'm not really sure what I'm doing. I was sound asleep having a wonderful dream about Owen. Suddenly it was like someone walked into my dream and pulled me out. The next thing I knew someone was leading me around the attic, telling me to look in the wall to find the answer."
"Someone? You don't know who?"
"No I never saw her face. I know it was a woman, by her voice. Although I feel like I should know who she was. Her voice was so familiar. All I do know for sure is that there is something up here, and I have to find it."
"Do you have to find it now? I mean, I just got to sleep three hours ago; the club was really busy last night. If you let us get a few more hours of sleep, I promise to help."
"Do you really think I can go back to sleep without knowing what this is all about?"
"Fine, then we'll all help. The sooner we find it, the sooner we can all go back to sleep."
Prue looked at Piper who was about to argue, but decided it would be best to just help out. Prue planned on making this search go as fast as she possibly could. She really wanted to get back to some well deserved and much needed sleep.
They spread out around the attic, moving every piece of furniture they could. They each began tapping on the walls and floor throughout the entire attic, none of them really sure as to what they were looking for. Minute by minute they were each growing more and more exhausted. After several hours Piper threw her hands up in the air.
"Alright I give up. I surrender. What ever was in your dream obviously isn't here now. We have looked everywhere. Can't we just get some sleep? We can look again when we can actually keep our eyes open."
"No. You guys can give up if you want to. I know there is something here. I don't care if it takes all day and the next to find it. I'm not giving up!"
Phoebe was more frustrated than any of them. She knew that this was some kind of premonition, and she never ignored her visions. She leaned against the wall and ran her hands through her sweaty hair.
"We just have to……HUH….."
Knowing the look on their sister's face, Piper and Prue knew that now they had to wait for Phoebe to come out of her premonition. In Phoebe's minds eye she could see her Grams puling out a loose brick from the wall, putting something inside, and then replacing the brick before walking out of the attic.
"What did you see?"
Is all Phoebe could hear when she opened her eyes. Without a word she turned around and faced the window. Walking over to it she bent down and examined the wall just underneath. It was then that she noticed a brick that wasn't really cemented into place. She removed the brick and then looked at her sisters before reaching her hand into the hole.
"I hope there aren't any little things in there. You know things that eat cheese, and tend to live in the walls."
Piper said with a very squeamish look on her face as she pictured Phoebe pulling a dead mouse out of the wall, or even worse, a live one. Prue gave her a "this is not the time" look, and then turned her attention back to Phoebe, who wasn't even paying attention to what Piper had just said. Phoebe eased her hand out of the wall and examined what she had found.
"What are they?"
"They look like letters."
"Who are they from?"
"They're addressed to a Miss Penny Halliwell."
"So they are probably some old love letters from different guys who went out with Grams."
"Take a look at the return address, a Mister Paul Halliwell."
"Paul? We don't know any Paul, do we?"
Phoebe was relieved that all their searching paid off, but she was still more confused than ever. Prue could see the stress and confusion in her youngest sister's face, and decided it was time for big sister to take charge.
"Listen, we're all pretty awake now. Why don't we head downstairs and have some coffee. We can look over the letters while we have some breakfast."
Piper once again was about to voice her opinion, but she too saw how much her baby sister needed their help right now. She helped Phoebe to stand up, and followed her down the stairs. She knew darn well, that there was no way she could get to sleep, even if she tried. Prue took one last look around the attic. They had really made a mess, vowing the make sure they cleaned it up later, she closed the attic door, and made her way downstairs toward the kitchen.