Chris waited for his informant in a dark abandoned alley just like he did every time. He had been waiting a very long time to meet with this newest contact and wouldn't involve Wyatt or the rest of the family until he had something concrete to go off of.


Bonnie had spent her first night back among the living with Jeremy and although there was nothing that would heal the wounds from all of his losses, Bonnie hoped that they would now be easier to bare. Her next task was handling Caroline.

Breakfast had gone well and the Halliwells were getting ready to go back to their motel and get their things; it would be easier for them to work from Mystic Falls and that meant they would be moving into the abandoned Witches house. Bonnie approached Payton and Phyl as Denny made a phone call to check in with her mother.

"No, mom. Everything is fine," Denny plugged her other ear with a finger, trying to drown all the chatter from the dining room and got up to move outside for some privacy.

"I was wondering," Bonnie started. "I've been dead for a long time and if I were to be spotted around town things could get weird. Is their anything you could do to help so I can actually leave this house every once and a while? Maybe orbing me where I need to go or maybe a cloaking spell?"

"Why not just glamour," Phyl asked.

"What's glamour?" Bonnie was confused and the sisters looked at each other and smiled. "Sometimes," Payton said, "we forget that you were never formally trained. Glamour," she went on to explain, "is magic that kind of casts an illusion over your appearance. Unless of course you're seen by someone who can see through it but they would probably have to have second sight like Phyl or be extremely magically gifted."

"So you can change how we're seen," Bonnie was intrigued. "How does it work?"

The twins shared a mischievous smirk before snapping their fingers. All of a sudden, Bonnie walked over to a hung mirror and took in her appearance. No one would recognize her for sure, as her long brown hair had been transformed into red flowing waves, her skin now reflected a porcelain complexion with tiny burst of stardust freckles just over the bridge of her nose; underneath bright green pools and was the most shocked at the color of her eyes. Yes, her eyes had been naturally green but they had been a soft jade color but now they were bright and vibrant; at first glance she had been relieved to have some part of her appearance remain the same but it had only taken a second to see that there was no part of her that was recognizable.

"Ugh, next time one of you gets to make the check in phone call," Denny announced as she threw herself down into a seat. Looking up, Denny immediately sat forward, ready to pounce. "Who the hell are you?"

Payton stifled her laughter as Phyl just let hers loose. "It's me," the currently undead witch spoke. "Bonnie. Your cousins put a glamour on me so I can move around town without being noticed."

"Oh," Denny leaned back and put her legs up on the chair directly across from her. "Okay. Well anyway, my mom completely freaked out about the darklighter attack so Aunt Paige must have snitched. Thanks," the sarcasm rolled off her tongue as she looked to her cousins.

"Like we can help the fact that our mom can't keep a secret to save her life," Phyl complained and Denny managed to stare her down and do her famous eye roll simultaneously. "Besides, if you didn't rat us out to our mom then your mom never would have known," the psychic said.

"Yeah, well the longer we keep the aunts out of this the better our chances of them not finding out about my plan; so from now on we only tell them about the great time we're having exploring our history and other facets of our training. I don't want to risk my mom coming here and dragging me back to that house."


"Something is going on; I can feel it in my bones," Phoebe talked as Piper prepared dinner and Paige sat at the table shopping for shoes on the internet. "Can't you sense it," she asked her sisters as they waited for their husbands and children to arrive for their weekly dinner. It was still so odd to her that Denny and the twins weren't here. It was only a week ago that the three girls had gotten into Piper's SUV and started driving across the country.

"You worry too much," Paige put down her iPad and tried to sneak a cookie from the cooling rack, receiving a well deserved slap on the hand from Piper's wooden spoon. Shaking it off, she took the cookie anyway and popped it in her mouth. "You just talked to Denny and if anything were really wrong they'd tell us. They're teenagers, not complete idiots."

"Besides," Piper added, "we need to loosen the reigns sooner or later. The girls are old enough to take care of their own share of magically induced problems. What are you going to do when Denny moves out of the house, put nanny cameras in her new place?"

"Why would Denny move out," Phoebe asked and her sisters shared a look she knew she wasn't suppose to see. "What aren't you guys telling me?"

"Pheebs," Piper put down her cooking utensils to focus on the conversation, "Denny is a young woman with goals and dreams, and I'm sorry Phoebe but they're not here in California. Not right now. Patience is turning thirteen and still has to get through high school and Purity is ten. It's like the perfect age difference to let Denny and Patty experience a normal mortal life and you're painting them into a corner."

"They're charmed, Piper. You know as well as I do that their bond and their safety depends on the girls being close by one another," Phoebe pointed out.

"And what kind of bond do you think your almost adult daughter and tween have right now? Let alone adding Purity into the mix because we all know how much a child and a young adult have in common," Piper raised her voice in exasperation.

"Do you remember what my relationship with Prue was like when we first became witches," Phoebe reminded her older sister. "We could barely be in the same room let alone talk to one another. We're lucky we didn't get killed when we faced our first warlock."

"We also grew up without our powers," Piper replied. "You're girls stand a far better chance then we did. Why not let your girls have a normal life while they can? It's not like they're fighting demons together anyway and besides, that's what they have a mother for."

Phoebe stood there, shocked. Her eyes narrowed, rimming with tears as she she looked first at Piper and then Paige; waiting for her younger sister to defend her. She never did.

"You've got to be kidding me," Phoebe cried. "You're basically accusing me of being a bad mother," she yelled.

"Phoebe," Paige stood up and tried to comfort her but the middle sister backed away from her touch, "we all know the girls are the most important people in your life, but we'd be lying if we didn't tell you that you are pushing your eldest daughter away. You're doing to her what you and Piper told me Grams did to Prue. All the regrets she had, the things she waited too long to do; do you really want that for your daughter?"

Grabbing her bag, Phoebe stormed out of the Manor, leaving her sisters alone and speechless.


"Did you have to pick the fight with her right now," Paige asked. It had been over a half hour ago when Phoebe just up and left. "You couldn't have waited until Coop was here or better yet, not bring it up at all? Is this really any of our business?"

"Oh please, like you haven't been pestering me about Denny for months now. We've all seen what's happening in that household and we all know exactly how it's going to end; with Denny taking off without a word and cutting us all out of her life. And for what; for Phoebe to have a permanent babysitter on call?"

The sisters kept yelling as Leo and Coop walked through the back door, immediately halting their laughter as they saw the looks on Piper's and Paige's faces. "Where's Phoebe," Coop asked and saw Paige try to shrink into the background as Piper pasted a reserved expression on her face. He knew something was wrong.