I guess it was appropriate. Phoebe and Paige had been hellraisers as teenagers, and I wasn't the easiest of teen to deal with, so it was Piper's turn. It just made it more complicated.

Reaching to the entrance, we stood next to a solid steel wall ten feet by feet. They don't mess around with crime here in Illinois. Adjacent to the wall was an electronic tablet similar to one in Texas. The words displayed, "Name of Inmate."

Phoebe and I were dumbstruck; we didn't have a leg to stand on—just a scry's mark and a whitelighter as our guide. "Kyle, any guess?"

"Maybe if we type in a first name, it will give a list of all the inmates. Let's see—you have your list of winter flowers?"

I dug into my back pocket and found my notes, "Okay, winter flowers…Acashia, Alstromeria, Amaryllis, Carnation, Chrysanthemums, Cyclamen, Evergreens, Gerbera Daisy, Ginger, Helleborus, Holly berry, Narcissus, Orchid…anything sound…Piperish?"

Phoebe thought, "Well, Piper is definitely not a Daisy or Ginger. She'd spit at a Ginger. Piper is strong, cankerous, stubborn, protective, and resilient—after all she went through in her life. Does that help?"

"Holly berries. The Celtic meaning of the holly is ruling with style—like she was Mother Earth? Holly is planted around houses to protect from lightning. It's gotta be.."

Phoebe pressed for the keyboard and typed Holly in the space. The computer responded, "Two Hollys are inmates. Continue?"

Phoebe continued and the screen displayed two Hollys, but we only needed to see one. "Phoebs, is it that easy?"

She couldn't believe it. The first Holly had the last name of Baxter—the same last name she had in the 1920s—her last past life. This had to be more of a coincidence. Clicking on Holly Baxter's name, the screen changed to a woman with a beehive hairdo with seventeen butterfly pins in her hair as if it was their home.

Her nasal voice echoed in the speakers. "Yes, you're here to see Holly Baxter."

"Yes, my name is Shannen Aster. I'm her..cousin. I'm here to bail her out."

"Ms. Baxter is required to serve at least one day of her sentence before she can be released. You come back tomorrow at 5PM."

Phoebe was stunned, "She was just arrested!"
"Just processed. The complaint has shoplifting as the cause of the arrest…for stealing saffron, vanilla, cardamom…"

Phoebe and I rolled our eyes at each other and said simultaneously, "Piper."

"Excuse me?"

"We'll be back tomorrow. What are the bail and the penalty fees?"

"It says it is one day sentence—first offense, but it is a $300 bail fee and a $1,500 penalty for reparations."

Phoebe gasped, "Eighteen hundred dollars for stealing spices?"

"It's steep to teach a lesson. Why would a kid want herbs and spices?" It made us question Piper's motive. It wasn't to make paella. Only one seemed probably-Piper knows she's a witch, and she's making a potion for some reason. Maybe she already knows who really she is, and we can solve this mess quicker than anticipated.

"Good day." The screen returned to Name of Inmate, and we were o for 2—striking out was so close, and we couldn't for the sake of the Halliwell name. Paige has got to be easier that this!