(Scene: Outside of a house. Porter is there walking a dog and talking on his cell phone.)

Porter: Yes, Piper. I'm fine.

Piper: Are you sure? I can have Paige orb over there and pick you up.

Porter: No, Piper. It's okay. Besides, I have to finish walking their dog, Scooby, and then I have to lock up the house.

(Cut to the Manor's kitchen. Piper is talking on the phone to Porter. Paige is making a potion.)

Piper: Well, stay on the phone and then when you are done, I will tell Paige to go get you.

Porter: Piper, I'm fine. Geez, it's like moving away from one uber-protective mother and in with another.

Piper: Psh. Whatever, Porter.

Paige: Hey, tell Porter not to stay out too long, especially if an Anima demon attacks.

Piper: What did you say the Anima demon's thing was?

Paige: They have the power to control animal minds.

Piper: Oh yeah, that could be horrible, being hopped to death by bunnies.

Porter: Okay, Piper. I'm done here.

(Cut back to the house. Porter is stepping out the door and shutting the lights off. Porter locks the door and sits on the porch steps.)

Piper: Okay. I'll tell Paige to orb to you. (A loud explosion sound.) On second thought, I'll drive over there. Paige has some cleaning to do. See you in a few minutes. (Porter hangs up the phone. As Porter sits on the porch, a bush nearby rustles a little bit.)

Porter: Hm…that's strange. There's no wind. (Porter gets off the porch and walks over to the bush. The bush begins to shake harder than before. Porter hears a growling sound.) Scooby? (The growling intensifies. Porter backs away from the bush. Suddenly it splits open and a large dog-like creature jumps out at Porter. The creature's claws flail all over the place and scratch Porter is in many places. Piper pulls up in her car. The creature sees the headlights and runs away. Piper gets out of the car and sees Porter on the ground, covered with blood.)

Piper: Porter, what the hell happened?

Porter: I don't know.

Opening Credits

(Scene: The Manor, the next morning. Conservatory. Porter is looking out the window. Paige comes over to him.)

Paige: Hey, Porter. What happened last night?

Porter: I don't want to talk about it. (Phoebe and Piper come into the conservatory and sit down.)

Piper: Yeah, well, if it was what it looked like, you should spill.

Porter: And what did it look like?

Piper: Well, it looked like you being attacked by a demon or something.

Porter: Or something is more like it. I'm just lucky you came to pick me up and that Leo was able to heal me or else I probably would've bled to death.

Phoebe: Porter, isn't it almost time for school? (Porter looks at his wrist watch.)

Porter: Oh, crap. You are right. (Phoebe gets up.)

Phoebe: I'll take you. I have to drive by to get to the paper. Jason wants me there early for a little meeting or something. (Porter grabs his backpack and he and Phoebe leave.)

Piper: So, what are we going to do now?

Paige: I was thinking about going to search in the Book of Shadows to see if I can find what attacked Porter.

Piper: Hm. That sounds like a good idea. (Suddenly the glass of one of the windows shatters as if bullets are shooting through it. A swarm of bees begins to enter through the holes.)

Paige: Uh, Piper, is that a gigantic swarm of bees?

Piper: I think so.

Paige: Wasn't Leo allergic to them when he was alive?

Piper: I think so.

Paige: Are you going to freeze them?

Piper: Of course. (The bees fly towards Piper and Paige. Piper freezes them.) Okay, where the hell did they come from? (A demon with tribal markings on his face shimmers in. He unfreezes the bees and points at Paige and Piper. The bees fly at the girls.) Anima?

Paige: Anima. (Paige and Piper trip over a carpet and land on the floor. The bees are even closer now.) Bees! (The swarm of bees orb away from the girls and into the Anima demon. The Anima demon explodes.) That was a close one.

Piper: I'll say.

(Time lapse. The hallway in Porter's school. The bell rings, ending 4th period. Porter walks out of a classroom holding a paper.)

Porter: Oh yeah! An A! I got an A! (Porter walks down the hallway, still looking at the paper and accidently bumps into a familiar face, the bully, Troy.)

Troy: Move it, Madison! (Troy shoves Porter into a locker.)

Porter: Troy, don't mess with me again. Or do you know recall how I beat you last time?

Troy: That was just a… a… a…

Porter: A fluke?

Troy: Figures a smarty pants goody two shoes like you would know that.

Porter: Almost anybody over the age of 12 knows that word. I guess they don't teach that in caveman school.

Troy: Oh, listen to little Porter Madison talking like he's some kind of big tough hard ass.

Porter: What do you mean?

Troy: You act as if I should be afraid of you. I wouldn't be afraid of you if you were wearing a Halloween …

Porter: Mask?

Troy: Yeah.

Porter: Well, why don't you loan me yours?

Troy: There's that fake side of you again.

Porter: Troy, you should be afraid of me. (Porter pushes Troy out of the way.)

(Cut to the Bay Mirror. Phoebe is sitting at her desk.)

Phoebe: Dear Phoebe, my husband goes out at work and claims to be with the boys and he doesn't come back until very late at night. I am afraid he is having an affair. What should I do? Sincerely, Desperate Housewife in Denial. Hm…Dear Housewife… (Jason comes to her door and knocks on it.) Come in. (Phoebe looks up.) Oh, Jason! Hi, um, I mean, hi, what do you need?

Jason: Phoebe, I'd like to talk.

Phoebe: Okay, go. What do you want to talk about?

Jason: I'd like to talk about expanding your column. In today's market image and content are inseparable. We could publish a Pulitzer-Prize winning article but with our puny circulation, who's gonna notice?

Phoebe: No one, I guess.

Jason: Well, I think in order to get our circulation up, we need to play our cards the right way. According to polls, Ask Phoebe is the most popular column for the Bay Mirror.

Phoebe: Oh, wow. I never thought I was that good.

Jason: Look Phoebe. You are beautiful, smart, and funny. And you can write. With the right exposure, you could kick Dear Abby down into the bush leagues. You're a commodity.

Phoebe: Thank you, I think.

Jason: And we're going to work hard to capitalize on you. Get you some billboards, guest spots on local radio shows, maybe a spread or two in 415 magazine. But what I was wondering was what we could do differently with regard to content.

Phoebe: Content?

Jason: I was thinking we expand the Ask Phoebe column. Have you write a series of features road testing your own advice, or a series on the best singles spots in San Francisco based on your own undercover experience.

Phoebe: Hm…I like it.

Jason: And Phoebe, you and I can work this afternoon, put some ideas together...

Phoebe: Are you asking me out on a date?

Jason: Maybe. You got any plans later? You do now. I'm taking you out on assignment.

Phoebe: What? Where? When?

Jason: Six o'clock sharp I'll pick you up.

To be continued…