Phoebe had arrived home, in the middle of a rainstorm.
"Phoebe's home!" I said with mock excitement to Prue.
Phoebe had forgotten about the cab she had out front, so I paid for it, from Prue's purse. It was the one closest to the door and if there was any more tension in that room the Manor would probably explode. I paid the cab and stood at the door listening to my sisters argue.
"So what? Are we gonna have a tense reunion with boring small talk and pointless chit-chat?" Phoebe ended up asking.
"Well otherwise we'd have nothing to talk about." Replied Prue coldly, "I'm still furious at you, remember?"
"I didn't touch Roger, you know." Phoebe blurted.

Oh no, not this again, Prue had separated from Roger after she had seen him and Phoebe in a compromising position. She had blamed Phoebe for the whole thing, and Phoebe had stormed off to New York to find Dad. Prue had then found out from the security tapes at the museum that it was Roger who had come onto Phoebe, and his ex assistant Mandy, and one of the female accountants and various other women. Prue was devastated at this, and had returned Roger's engagement ring and moved in with me in North Beach.
"Whoa, that's heavy." Prue responded to Phoebe's confession.
"I know you think otherwise because that's what that Armani-wearing, Chardonnay-slugging, trust-funder told you ..."
I chose that moment to walk back in the room, to stop my older and younger sister from arguing. That's me, the middle sister.
"Hey, I have an idea, why don't I make us a fabulous reunion dinner!" I said interrupting.
"Not hungry." Mumbled Prue, heading off toward her room.
"I ate on the bus," added Phoebe, as she turned and went up to the room that had always been hers, which Prue and I were using as a guest room, my suggestion, because I knew that Phoebe was coming back.
"Okay, we'll try the group hug later!" I yelled sadly at the two of them.

I walked off into the kitchen because I knew Phoebe would be hungry, and started to make some iced tea. While I was looking for the lemons, I glanced at the calendar and added my audition to it, looking at today I noticed it was the Autumnal Equinox. I decided to prepare some carrot sticks and other nibblies for Phoebe because I knew she wouldn't have been eating very healthy in New York. Once I was done, I poured two glasses of tea and placed the pitcher along with the nibblies on a try before heading up to Phoebe's room.

When I arrived in Phoebe's room she was laying on her bed, looking at the TV but not paying any attention.
"It's me." I announced at the door,
"Come on in," she responded, then noticing the snacks, "Thank God, I am starving!"
I sat down on the bed as Phoebe grabbed a carrot stick and took a sip of her drink. Looking at the TV, I spotted Jeremy at the scene of some crime.
"Figured," I started, "Hey, that's my boyfriend Jeremy! What happened?"
"Oh, some woman got whacked." Phoebe responded casually.
"Whacked?" I asked a little amused, "Phoebe, you've been in New York too long."
"Yeah, I should have stayed there," she added, "Why didn't you tell her I was coming back?"
"And risk her changing the locks?" I laughed, then more seriously, "and besides, you should have been the one to tell her, not me."
"Good point Chicken Little," she said, grabbing another carrot stick, "It's just so hard for me to talk to her. She's always been more like a mother."
"That's not her fault. She practically had to sacrifice ..." I started
"Her own childhood to raise us." Phoebe helped me finish, "Yeah, yeah. But I don't need a mom now, I need a sister."
We chatted another moment when Prue came in with a blanket.
"This was always the coldest room in the house." She announced, turning and leaving as Phoebe thanked her.
"Heeeey," I started, "You know, Prue found our old spirit board in the basement today, maybe we should go play around with it for old times sake."
"Sure!" replied Phoebe, and we trooped downstairs to find it.

After some time of us messing around with the board, and Phoebe's incessant 'What will I have for breakfast in 2010?' type questions, I decided to go get a top up on my wine.
"Wanna refill?" I asked Phoebe,
"Nah, I'm fine," she responded,
"Ok, you take my turn." I finished.
"I forgot your question!" she yelled as I walked toward the kitchen.
I popped my head back in, "I asked if Prue was going to have sex with anyone other than herself this year."
I didn't quite hear Phoebe's answer, but I think it was "Ew, please say 'yes'."
The next thing I knew, she was saying the pointer had moved.
"Piper, get in here!" she yelled.
"What?" I asked as I came back in,
"What have you done now?" Prue asked, entering the room.
"Me? I didn't do anything?" I responded
"The pointer moved on its own!" said Phoebe, obviously panicked as Prue and I stared at her. "It spelled 'A-T'."
"Well did you push it?" I asked, sceptical.
"No," she replied.
"You used to always push the pointer." Prue retorted, almost coldly
"My fingers were barely touching it! Look!" Phoebe protested, but it was no use, Prue and I turned to walk out of the room. "Ah! It did it again!" The pointer was still on the letter 'T'.
"It's still on the letter 'T'." Prue announced
"I swear it moved!" she protested as Prue left the room.
After Prue left, something really creepy happened. The pointer moved to the letter 'I'.
"There," she said standing up, "You saw that, didn't you?"
"I think so," I said, still unsure myself. The pointer moved to the letter 'C' while Phoebe wasn't touching it. "Prue! Can you come in here?"
"Now what?" asked Prue, walking back in, obviously annoyed.
Phoebe wrote the letters on an envelope. "I think it's trying to tell us something," She showed us the envelope. "Attic"
And then the power went out.

I immediately started off towards the door. I was going to Jeremy's, right or wrong.
"I'm going to Jeremy's!" I announced.
"Don't you think you're overreacting?" asked Prue asked as I headed through to the foyer. "We're perfectly safe here."
"Don't say that!" I responded. "In horror movies whoever says that is the first to die!"
She pleaded with me about how he wasn't home, to which I said I would wait in the cab until he got there. Not the cheapest option, and Prue pointed that out to me.
"I saw the pointer move." I protested.
"No, you saw Phoebe's fingers push the pointer." Prue replied, "There's nothing in the attic, it's all a big joke."
"We don't know that. We've lived in this house for months and we've never been able to get that attic door open." I went and picked up the phone, "Great! Now the phone doesn't work!"
"Of course not, the power's out. Now come with me to the basement." Prue replied rather snappily.
"What?"
"I need you to hold the flashlight while I check out the main circuit box." She replied, a little friendlier this time. I spotted Phoebe out of the corner of my eye.
"Phoebe will go with you. Won't you Phoebe?"
"I'm going to the attic." She announced.
"No you're not, I thought we agreed." Prue started.
"No, you agreed. I am not waiting for some handyman to check out the attic and I'm certainly not waiting until tomorrow. I'm going now."
Phoebe headed off up the stairs and Prue headed down to the basement.
"Prue! Wait!" I yelled and ran off after Prue.

The door to the basement was in the kitchen. I was comfortable once I reached the kitchen, my favourite room in the house. It was an old kitchen, which we had paid to have renovated after Grams had a heart attack. I tripped on the dishwasher door.
"Ow! Who left that open?" And then I realised that I had left it open after putting the pitcher in there.

Prue was already in the basement inspecting the circuit box.
"Well there seems to be no problem here, it must be a street-wide thing." She announced, closing the circuit box door. "Wonder what Phoebe's doing in the attic."
"She probably couldn't get in and could be sitting on the stairs when we go back out." I replied, still a little scared.

Prue and I headed back to the stairs, where there was no sign of Phoebe, but we could hear her reading something upstairs. Prue and I headed up to the attic."…We want the Power, Give us the Power." We heard Phoebe finish reading.
"What are you doing?" asked Prue, headed toward Phoebe like an angry mother to a two year old that had just jumped in the mud.
Phoebe explained that she had read some sort of incantation, and that there were three essentials to magic, time feeling and moon phase. She then went on to say that if we were ever going to receive our powers, midnight on a full moon was the time.
"Wait? Our powers? You included me in this?" I asked
"No, she included all of us." Prue replied, "Hmm 'Bring your Powers to we sisters three?' It's a book of witchcraft."
Phoebe and Prue then argued about how all this freaky stuff started after Phoebe returned, but then again, it was Prue who found the Spirit Board.
We all went downstairs after Phoebe made some gag about split pea soup.
"Everything looks the same doesn't it?" I asked
"You're right." Said Phoebe
"The house still needs work." Prue joked
"And everything feels the same. So nothing's changed." I added.
The next morning, I noticed that a photo of my sisters and I, which I remembered us deliberately standing as far away from each other, now had us standing close together. I assumed Grams had made friends with someone who was good with a computer.