We all crashed by early morning, and Paige fell into the rollaway and Phoebe joined Grams. I slept with Piper, so I knew when she woke up.

Piper's head began to move, "Mommy?"

"Baby? You okay?"

"Tired. Hungry."

"Why don't I make some soup for you?" I kissed her forehead; it was still warm. As I was walking down the stairs, I glanced on my watch: 2:00 PM. I made Piper's soup, poured a glass of orange juice, and placed a sugar cookie on a tray. Before I climbed the stairs, I turned on the coffee maker and set several cups on the counter. I knew after I fed Piper, I would have to wake Phoebe and Paige, so we could bail out Piper. Phoebe was a beast to wake, and Paige wasn't better.

With three cup of strong coffee and warm shower, Paige and Phoebe were awake. I applied additional foundation under my eyes to cover the lack of sleep. Kyle orbed down, "Hey, you're ready to get Piper?"

We created a circle, and we held Kyle's hand. The detention center hadn't changed. It was cold steel—reminded me of when Phoebe was imprisoned as a witch—but much more.

The tablet screen displayed, NAME OF INMATE. I typed in Holly Baxter. In a matter of moments, another woman with a shaved head appeared. "Yes, you would like to see Holly Baxter?"

"I..we're here to bail Holly out and pay her fines."

"One moment…"

The steel door that towered all of us began to rise six feet in the air. We walked into the building slowly, while Kyle waited outside. Then, just as it rose, it dropped behind us. We were in a steel room with no visible doors—just slotted window. The panel opened, and the shaved woman greeted them.

"You are responsible of this juvenile for the next ninety days. Failure to do will double the time for the inmate and you will have to serve time also." My head jerked up. "We want to make sure you really want this inmate out."

I finished the paperwork and signed the last name, "Most definitely."

"It takes fifteen minutes to process the paperwork and release the inmate. You may wait here." With that, the panel closed, and we were stuck in a huge lunchbox.

Phoebe paced as Paige and I were calling our husbands. Suddenly, the wall door snuck up a snail's pace.

Piper signed some papers as we gazed at her. Piper was biker Piper: leather boots, faded ripped jeans, and a leather vest used as shirt. Her hair was braid tightly and the end reached the end of back. "Phoebe, you wanted to know how Piper was in the alternate reality. You're looking at her."

"Wow. Different, she didn't do this biker look when she was with the Valkyries."

The metal door opened and we walked into the bright sunlight.

"So, you got me out, huh?" Holly's boots jingled when she walked.

"Yes, we did."

"Who are you?"

"We're your…cousins."

"I don't have cousins."

"You do. And we need your help," Phoebe stopped in front of her.

"Lady, I appreciate you getting me out. I gotta go." Holly started to walk up the street.

"With SAFFRON, VANILLA, AND CARDEMON!" Paige yelled, "SOUNDS LIKE THE BEGINNINGS OF A VANQUISHING POTION!"

Piper sprinted and glared at Paige, "Can you say it any louder? How do know this?"

Paige countered, "I make a similar potion, but you're missing some key ingredients.

Piper started her trek again, "I find it somehow. I don't need anyone!"

I was angry, "The hell you do! I ran up to and faced her eye to eye. You need us."

"I don't!"

"You're an only child…" Phoebe started.

"You have no active powers," Paige continued.

"And you feel something's missing. You think if you had one piece of information, everything would make sense." Piper didn't respond to my words, but I knew she was listening. "You think you're part of something big. You are. And we need you."
"I have to go home."

"Holly, we'll take you home. Have you heard of a whitelighter?" She nodded. "KYLE! He is going to take you home, and we're coming with."

We landed in a suburban home in a small town of Plano, Illinois. This town hadn't lost its look from a hundred years ago. "You're coming in with me, aren't you?"

"I have to get my $1800 worth."

The key opened. Holly walked in and kicked her boots. "Aunt Fiona! Uncle Jim! I'm home!"

From the kitchen, two middle aged adults stood in front of us. "These are my friends: Shannen, Rose, and Alyssa. This is my Aunt Fiona and Uncle Jim."

Phoebe, Paige, and I stared in shock, "Mom…and Dad."