Hello my wonderful, beautiful, lovely, and I'm hoping benevolent, forgiving readers!! Here is an update! It's very long, as I'm trying to somehow make up for the four months of very rude no updates. I am extremely sorry about how long its been, and I promise that if I ever have to go for more than a month w/o posting a scene I'll let you know. That being said, I will warn you in advance that this scene ends on a bit of cliffie, and the next scene is not yet written. Still, after all of you patience, you more than deserve something.
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Phoebe
(same as last scene. the woman turns and faces the group, who are in various states of shock)
Prue: Hi.
(Piper makes a choking sound and falls forward. Leo catches her. Paige is much paler than usual. Henry looks uncertainly from person to person before addressing Prue)
Henry: Prue, right?
Prue:(weak smile) Yes. How are you doing, Henry?
Henry:(shrugs) A little disturbed by the random popping up of dead people who know my name, but other than that...
(Piper jumps from the couch runs across the room to Prue)
Prue:Piper, I—
(she's cut off as Piper hugs her fiercely)
Piper: Prue...oh my god...Prue!
Prue:(hugs her back) I've missed you too.
Cole:(stands up, shaking slightly) You promised. And it was your idea in the first place.
Prue:(quietly) I know.
Paige:(dazed) Who promised what?
Cole:(teeth clenched) Isn't it obvious?
Leo:(startles) Holy—(to Prue) You...it was you.
(Prue bites her lip. The truth dawns on Paige.)
Paige: You're the "Contact."
Prue:(nods slowly) Yes. I am.
(Piper, who until this point has been holding on to Prue for dear life, straightens, and looks incredulously back at the rest of the group)
Piper: What? That's impossible.
Prue:(looks away) No, it's not.
(cut to the basement. The kids are gathered around Warren, save for little Henry, who's playing
in his playpen)
Grace:(eagarly) So what else did Aunt Phoebe say?
Warren: She said that "things" happened, and that broked all the trust she and Daddy had so that's why they don't like each other anymore.
Livvie: What "things?"
Warren: She said that I was too little to know.
Chris:(rolls eyes) That's what grownups always say.
(they mutter in agreement. Coop comes down the stairs, a smiled plastered on his face)
Coop: Okay, kids. What movie will it be?
Melinda:(sweetly) Daddy, what are you guys talking about upstairs?
Coop: Sorry sweetheart, I can't say. You guys are too little.
Melinda:(pouts) But Daddy...(she gets up and hugs him) You look unhappy.
Sammie: She's right Uncle Coop. My empath powers is sensing you are sad.
Coop: It's very nice of you to be concerned, girls, but I mean what I said. (he crosses to the entertainent center and picks up two dvds) George of the Jungle or The Incredibles?
(the kids look at each other, grumpy)
(cut upstairs)
Prue: Piper, I did what I thought—
Piper: Prue, you don't have to lie for him anymore. (turns on Cole, furious) Bastard.
Cole: Um, what happened to the whole helping me thing?
Piper: That went out the window the moment I found out you forced Prue to help you with your little plan.
Cole:(raised eyebrows) Since when can I force Prue to do anything?
Prue:(gently but firmly turns Piper to face her) Piper, he's telling the truth. He didn't force me to do anything. I chose to help him.
Piper: No, you must be under a spell or something. I know why Cole did it I can even understand why he did but there is no way that you would ever willingly work to keep Phoebe separated from her child!
Prue:(takes Piper's hands in hers) It was a mistake. The biggest mistake I ever could have made. But I made it, of my own free will.
Piper: But that would mean—and you'd never, not to Phoebe. (Prue looks at the floor.) Not to your own sister.
Prue: I wish I hadn't done it—
(Piper yanks her hands from Prue's, and backs away)
(cut downstairs to the basement. Sammie bursts into tears. Coop puts down the dvds and rushes to her.)
Coop: Sammie, sweetheart, what's the matter? (to her twin) Livvie? What is she feeling?
Livvie:(looking close to tears herself) It's Auntie Piper. She's upset and really sad. I can'ts tell why but something's going on upstairs.
Coop:(gives Sammie a quick hug) It's okay. I'll go take care of it. All of you stay down here, understand?
(the kids nod. Coop runs up the stairs. On the kitchen counter he spots a plate of cookies, which he grabs and takes downstairs.)
Coop: Here guys. Some of Piper's cookies.
(he dashes back up the stairs. The children gather eagerly around the cookies.)
(Change of scene. A driveway, two cars parked in front of a large house, nighttime. There's a thunderstorm, lots of wind and rain and some dangerous-looking lightening. Phoebe materializes inside the driver's seat of the red car, groans)
Phoebe: A strange car in the middle of nowhere during a thunderstorm. (to the ring on her finger) I said "Philip's mother," not long winding soul search for truth that is going to take forever and a day! But I guess that's what I'm getting. (she looks around, out into the rain, and jumps when she catches sight of a tiny human form jumping up and down in the driveway.) Good lord! (she gets out of the car and hurries to the child, a very small girl, no more than four, in a nightgown) Honey, you shouldn't be out here! Come on. (she offers her hand, and the little girl takes it. Phoebe picks her up and jogs over to the house and knocks on the door) Hello! Anyone home?
(after a moment a woman opens the door. she looks to be in her thirties and very youthful, but her long brown hair is streaked with silver. She freezes when she sees Phoebe and the girl)
Phoebe:(nodding at the little girl) Is she yours?
Woman:(shakes herself slightly) Oh my god...Angie! (she holds out her arms, and the little girl happily slides into them) What on earth were you doing out there? (she hugs the little girl tightly for a moment before turning to Phoebe) Thank goodness...thank you so much. Please come in. (she steps back and motions Phoebe into the house, and shuts the door.) Thomas! Thomas, get down here. (to Phoebe) Where did you find her?
Phoebe: Oh, um, I just...I was lost, and the weather was so bad, I pulled in here to look at my map and I saw her dancing in the rain and lightening.
Woman: God bless you. (a man enters, and rushes to the woman and Angie.)Tom.
Thomas:(concerned) Sara, what's going on? Who's this?
Sara: This is the woman who just saved your daughter's life. (she kisses Angie's cheek and hands her to the man) Could you take her upstairs and get her cleaned up for me?
Thomas: Absolutely. (to Phoebe) Thank you.
Phoebe: It was nothing.
(Thomas exits. Before he goes Angie peeks over his shoulder and waves to Phoebe, who waves back. Sara runs a hand through her silver and brown hair)
Sara: Hi. I'm Sara Dells
Phoebe: Phoebe Halliwell.
Sara: Thank you so much. My daughter, Angie, she's autistic, and lives in her own little world. Storms fascinate her; she loves to dance in the rain and look at lightning but the last time I checked on her she was sound asleep; she just got over a nasty bout of pneumonia, if she had been out there much longer..I don't even want to think about it. (shakes her head) But what about you—are you all right? You're soaked. (she grabs a throw from the back of a rocking chair and draps it over Phoebe's shoulders) Can I get you some tea, or coffee?
Phoebe: Um, just some water, if it's not too much trouble.
Sara: No trouble at all. Please, have a seat. I'll be right back.
(Phoebe sits in the rocking chair. Sara leaves the room comes back a moment later with two glasses of water. She hands one to Phoebe and sits down on the couch next to the chair)
Sara: Thank you again, so much for finding Angie and bringing her in before something happened to her.
Phoebe: Really, it wasn't a problem. I'm just glad I was able to help.
Sara: Still, you're a godsend. If she'd been out there much longer...
Phoebe: Everything happens for a reason.
Sara: Very true. (sips her water) So, you're lost?
Phoebe: Huh?
Sara: Well, you saved my daughter. The least I can do is give you good directions. I'm a Massachusetts native; I know the whole state like the back of my hand.
Phoebe:(decides to try it) Perfect! Cole will never let me live it down if I'm late for Philip's play.
Sara:(jaw drops, slightly breathless) Excuse me? Who?
Phoebe: Oh, that's who I'm going to visit. Cole Turner, an old friend of mine from college. We just reconnected over the internet last week. His son Philip has a school play tomorrow morning and I promised I'd be there to meet the little guy. (Sara's mouth is still agape; Phoebe continues, casually) Do you know him?
Sara: Know him? I gave birth to his child.
Phoebe:(covers a smile of triumph behind a sip of water and continues to act surprised) So you're the mysterious mother! Cole is so tight-lipped about Philip's mom—I was starting to think that he just conjured him out of thin air.
Sara:(chuckles) Well, that wouldn't surprise me.
Phoebe: What do you mean?
Sara: Cole just has that...magical quality about him, you know? It's probably what attracted me to him in the first place. (notices Phoebe's almost empty water glass.) Here, let me refill that for you. (she reaches out and takes the glass, her fingers brushing Phoebe's. Phoebe is thrown into a flashback:
(An examination room of a doctor's office. Sara, who has no streaks of silver in her hair, sits nervously on the table as a woman with short blonde hair, dressed in a lab coat labeled K. Smith, picks up a file.)
Dr. Smith: All right. Well, like I was saying, those are definitely not normal symptoms, and if it's positive we'll need to keep a close eye on you.
Sara:(impatient) But when will you know if it's positive?
Dr. Smith: (holds up the folder) The results are here in your file.
Sara: Well, let's hear it.
Dr. Smith: (starts to open the file, stops) Sara, before this goes any further, I need to ask you again: are you sure this is what you want?
Sara: I'm sure, Katie. As sure as I've been about anything.
Dr. Smith: Because I've been your doctor for five years now, and I have to tell you how crazy this sounds. You and Thomas only broke up a month ago; your divorce proceedings haven't even started. And now you want to have a baby with another man that you barely know?
Sara:(small smile) Look, I know how it sounds, Katie. Believe me, I know. But I've told you how all this came about, how Cole came into my life and it just….it just feels so right. (silence for moment) Let's see those test results.
(with a sigh, Dr. Smith picks up the file, opens and reads it.)
Sara: Well?
Dr. Smith: It's positive. You're pregnant.
(Sara shrieks happily. Despite herself Dr. Smith smiles as well.)
(Flashback over. Sara looks at Phoebe in concern.)
Sara: Phoebe? Phoebe, are you all right?
Phoebe:(collects herself) I'm fine. It's just...
Sara:(blushes suddenly) Oh...I get it.
Phoebe:(dubious) You do?
Sara:(nods) You and Cole...you weren't just friends at college. You were together.
Phoebe:(stammering a bit) Um,
Sara: It's okay, I mean, of course it's awkward, you come to reconnect with your old boyfriend and along the way run into the woman who had his baby. But really, please don't feel weird or anything. He's your's for the taking. I'm married, and I mean, Cole and I were never together like that.
Phoebe:(confused) But you had his baby.
Sara: I did. But you see Cole's a widower; he and his wife were trying to concieve, but she died before they could finish the invitro treatments, and they still had one embryo left. After we met he asked if I'd be a surrogate and carry the baby to term.
Phoebe: Oh. I see. Did he tell you anything about this late wife of his?
Sara: Not really. He can be pretty…well, like you said, tight-lipped about things.
(Phoebe looks down, processing this new information.)
Sara:(sympathetically) Are you going to be all right?
Phoebe: Yeah. I'll be fine.
Sara: Do you still want those directions?
Phoebe:(shakes her head) No thanks. I mean, I'm kind of mad that he kept the whole "he got married thing" from me when we started talking again. I think I'm just going to go home. (she gets up)
Sara:(bites lip) Phoebe, wait. (Phoebe stops to listen) Before Cole came into my life, I was a wreck. I had just split up with my husband, and I was loosing my grip on reality. He offered me that job, and suddenly I had a sense of purpose again. (pauses) and while he may not have told me much about her—I don't even know her name—but I could tell that the loss of his wife devastated him, and he bent over backwards to make sure that their child would have a chance. See this streak of silver in my hair?
Phoebe:(admits) I was wondering about that.
Sara: I used not to have that. My pregnancy was a tough time, physically speaking. Add the stress of starting the divorce process…not a good combination. I had these outrageous hot flashes, and horrendous fainting spells. After one of them I woke up and my hair was like this, (she fingers the strands of silver in her hair) and my doctor told me that unless I wanted to die my options were abortion or complete bedrest. Not an hour later Cole had moved me into his apartment. He waited on me hand and foot for the next seven months. When I finally admitted to him that I was still madly in love with my soon-to-be-ex, Cole went and tracked down Thomas and a marriage counselor. (smiles) When I had the baby, my husband was in the delivery room. Two years later we had our Angie. He helped me realize that no matter how seemingly unbearble and hopeless life can seem, you can always do something about it. (puts her hand on Phoebe's arm) Cole is a good man, Phoebe. He deserves happiness.
Phoebe:(considers, then speaks) Do you still talk to him?
Sara: Occasionally. He came to visit when Angie was born, and he sends me a card on Mother's Day with pictures, but after Philip arrived we both went our separate ways.
(Phoebe nods but doesn't say anything. Sara goes to a desk and scribbles on a piece of paper, which she offers to Phoebe.)
Sara: Here. These are the direction to his place. If you want to, you can use them. If not, you can throw them away later.
Phoebe:(takes the card) Thank you Sara. Take care. (She goes to leave. Sara follows her)
Sara: Phoebe?
Phoebe: Yes?
Sara: If you do decide to see him, could you do me a favor?
Phoebe: Sure.
Sara: Ask him why in the hell he still insists on calling that boy Philip. I think that his middle name suits him better.
Phoebe: His middle name?
Sara: Yeah. Warren.
(Phoebe freezes. Sara waves and goes back inside)
Phoebe:(voice quivering) I know that name...Aahh!! (she grabs her head and clenches her eyes shut, obviously in pain. before she can do anything else the ring on her finger glows. Phoebe materializes on the front porch of the Manor, facing the door. She looks down at the ring on her finger.)
Phoebe: Okay...(she turns around and jumps) Ookaay...(camera to Prescott Street. Old cars are parked in the driveways; some of the houses are different colors. Two teenage girls in bellbottoms stroll down the street. Camera back to Phoebe, who glares angrily at her ring) If you took me back in time, after all that just now happened...(she sighs and goes to the door, knocks. A girl's voice rings out)
Voice: Me get door! Me get door! MEEEEE!!
(The door flings open. No one is in front of Phoebe. She looks down to find a dark-haired toddler grinning up at her)
Toddler:(triumphantly) Feehee gots door!!!!
(Phoebe doesn't say anything. Another brunette little girl, around seven, hurries to the toddler)
Girl: Phoebe Halliwell! You are nots supposed to open the door! (she bends and wraps her arms around Little Phoebe and awkwardly hoist her onto her hip)
Little Phoebe: (grumpy) Pwue, put down!
Little Prue: (ignoring her, looks up at adult Phoebe) Hi. Can I help you with something?
Phoebe: Prue?
Little Prue: Yes.
Phoebe: Hi sweetheart. (she crouches down. Little Prue backs away, wary)
Little Prue: What do you want?
Phoebe: Um..I'm a friend of your Grams'. I really need to talk to her. Is she here?
Little Prue: (relaxes) Oh. No, Grams isn't here right now. She's at the store. Our mommy is watching us.
Phoebe:(eyes widen) Your mommy? Patty?
Little Prue: Uh huh. Do you know her too?
Phoebe: Yes...yes I do. Can I—can I come inside?
Little Prue: (nods) Sure. (she steps aside and lets Phoebe inside. Little Phoebe starts fidgiting again.)
Little Phoebe: Pwue, puts me down! Down!
(another little girl, younger than Prue, wanders into the foyer, and scuttles over to Little Prue)
Little Piper: (worried) Prue! Put Phoebe down! You are gonna drop her again!
Phoebe: Again?
Little Prue: (indignant) No I won't. (nonetheless she puts Little Phoebe down)
Little Piper: (points to Phoebe) Who are you?
Phoebe: My name is Phoebe—
Little Phoebe: (gleefully) Feehee my name too! (she throws her arms around Phoebe's legs)
Phoebe:(grins) –I'm a friend of your Mommy and Grams.
Little Phoebe: Up! Up! Up!
Little Piper: She wants you to pick her up.
Phoebe: Well...
Little Phoebe: UPP!
Phoebe: Fine! (she picks the small version of herself up. Little Phoebe smiles happily) This is weird. (to her siblings) Prue, Piper, did you say that your mom was home?
Little Prue: Uh huh. Mommy usually works on Saturdays but today she feels sick so she's at home.
Phoebe:(concerned) She's sick?
Little Phoebe: (dramatically) Mommy pooke!
Little Piper: Yeah. But it's the not germy puke so we can still give her hugs.
Phoebe: I see...
Patty's Voice: Girls?
(Phoebe, Little Phoebe, Little Prue and Little Piper look up. Patty walks down the stairs)
Patty: What are you three doing? I hope—(she reaches the landing and catches sight of Phoebe) Oh my god.
Phoebe:(nervously) Patty, hi, I can explain—
Patty: Patty? Shouldn't it be "Mom," young lady? (she smiles and walks over to Phoebe and hugs her) How are you, my darling?
Phoebe: I'm fine...I think...
Patty: Just a minute. (to Little Phoebe) Baby, let's leave the nice lady alone—
Little Phoebe: Mommy, she name Feehee too!
Patty: I know she is, sweetheart. (she takes Little Phoebe from Phoebe and puts her on the ground.)
Little Prue: Why do you want this Phoebe to call you "Mom," Mommy?
Little Piper: Yeah, why Mommy?
Little Phoebe: Why!
Patty: Girls, I'll answer all your questions later. Right now I'm going to go upstairs with Big Phoebe so that we can have grownup talk.
Little Piper: But Mommy—
Patty: Prue, why don't you and your sisters go to the kitchen and grab some cookies?
(the girls run toward the kitchen. As they go: )
Little Phoebe: Cookie! Cookie! Cookie! Cookie! Cookie...!
Little Piper: I want to get them out of the cookie jar...
Little Prue: No, I'm the big sister, I get the cookies out of the jar...
Patty:(as they disappear into the kitchen) Just one apiece, girls! (she laughs and turns to Phoebe) Of course only Piper will listen to that. Little you and Prue will have three. (she smiles fondly and gives Phoebe another hug) Phoebe it is so good to see you again.
Phoebe:(holding on to her mother) You remember me? I thought you and Grams were going to do a spell to make you forget—
Patty: We made a potion for Prue and Piper, of course, but we held off on taking them ourselves. It's a bit selfish, I know, but we want to remember every minute of the visit you and Prue and Piper made.
Phoebe: Oh. Then do you remember coming to the future too?
Patty: Coming to the future? No I don't...(she thinks) I guess your Grams and I did erase that one. (Hopefully) I don't suppose you'll fill me in on what went on during the trip?
Phoebe: Future consequences. (realizes what she's said, rolls her eyes)
Patty:(shrugs) Figured as much. (more seriously) So what brings you here, my darling? Are you in trouble? What can I do to help?
Phoebe: I'm not sure yet.
Patty: Well come upstairs, and we'll talk about it. I don't want the little ones to overhear.
(Patty links arms with her daughter and they start to walk upstairs)
Phoebe: Mom?
Patty: Yes dear?
Phoebe: Little Piper and Prue said you were sick and—
Patty: Little you said something like "Mommy puke!" and Piper—
Phoebe: Told me not to worry, it's not "germy puke."
Patty: You two have taken to doing that lately. Don't worry about it, dear. It's nothing.
Phoebe: Just the baby, right?
Patty:(stops still) What?
Phoebe: You're pregnant with Sam's kid. Morning sickness. I mean, Little me and Prue and Piper are the right age.
Patty:(shocked) You know about the baby? But—
Phoebe:(gently) You'll really need to cast a spell or take a potion this time, Mom. And carry out your original plan. She (points to Patty's stomach) will never forgive you if you mess up the future she's worked out.
Patty:(teary) But you know her? She knows you? The four of you are happy?
Phoebe: (bites lip, then nods) Yes. We're happy.
Patty:(dabs eyes with her sleeve) Good. Good. (they've reached one of the bedrooms. Patty opens the door and they walk inside. She sits on the bed, and motions for Phoebe to sit next to her) Now, tell me how you came here.
Phoebe: I'm looking for someone.
Patty: Looking for someone. Who?
Phoebe: I met a little boy—through magic, I mean—who doesn't know his mother. He says she's dead, but I just know she isn't. So I took Coop's—I mean, this ring to find her. (she holds up her finger w/ the Cupid ring)
Patty:(examines the ring) It's lovely. How does it work?
Phoebe: It's supposed to use the power of love to take you where you need to be. It worked when Piper and Leo went back-
Patty:(momentarily distracted) Oh, so he's still your girls' whitelighter?
Phoebe: Um, sort of not really anymore. (at Patty's inquisitive look) It's nothing bad. It's good, actually. Anyways, at first the ring took me to this woman name Sara's house, but she was just his surrogate mother. Then she said something and I remembered something and the next thing I know is there's this huge pain in my head and then I'm here and I don't remember what it is I had just remembered. So do you you have any idea what it means? Because I'm drawing a blank.
Patty:(thinks for a moment) Well, the most logical thing I can think of would be that the little boy's mother is someone in this house, but that doesn't make any sense. I can't imagine you or your sisters loosing track of one of your own children.
Phoebe: Especially not a kid like Philip.
Patty: A P name? Then maybe he is related.
Phoebe: His last name is Warren...(frustration) Mom, I don't know what to do! I can't figure this out. None of my premonition or empath powers work on him. At all. I can't read him. But I feel like I'm connected to him somehow...(she rubs her temples) Damn him.
Patty: Damn him? The little boy?
Phoebe: No, not Philip, Cole...
Patty: Who's Cole?
Phoebe: Philip's father. At least, he claims to be. My powers won't work on him either. He's definitely hiding something though, and I can't figure out what it is. Now he just shows back up with a kid...
Patty: So you know this Cole?
Phoebe: Yes. A little. (Patty raises her eyebrows) Fine, I know him very well. We...we were involved. A long time ago.
Patty: It didn't end well?
Phoebe: Very badly. As in we vanquished him. (reflects) Multiple times, actually.
Patty: Vanquished? You were "involved" with a demon?! Phoebe!
Phoebe: He was part human!
Patty:(starts to say something, looks at the stubborn set of Phoebe's jaw, and rubs her daughter's back instead.) You loved him.
Phoebe:(nods) I did. (quietly) It broke my heart. (shakes herself a little) And now he's back to screw things up again.
Patty:(gently presses Phoebe's head onto her shoulder, stokes her hair) I'm not going to let anything destroy my little girl's happiness. We'll find the answers you need.
Phoebe: (softly) Thanks Mommy.
Little Phoebe's Voice: Mommy?
(Patty and Phoebe look up. Little Prue and Little Phoebe stand in the doorway. Little Phoebe is holding a book. Patty jumps up)
Patty: Prudence Halliwell! How many times have I told you that you are not to carry your sister up the stairs! I do not want you dropping her again.
Phoebe: Okay, how many times was I dropped as a child?!
Little Prue: I didn't carry her, Mommy, I just helded her hand.
Patty: Oh. All right, then. (Little Prue runs off. Little Phoebe walks up to Patty, brandishing the storybook.)
Little Phoebe: Mommy read Phoebe.
Patty: Baby, I'm a little busy right now...
Little Phoebe: (pouts, jabs a chubby finger at the clock by the bed.) But little hand on two!
Patty: (sighs, turns to big Phoebe) Do you mind? It is storytime.
Phoebe: No, that's fine. I need some water. (smiles) And I was a stickler for storytime when I was little.
Patty:(rolls eyes good-naturedly) You have no idea.
(Phoebe squeezes her hand and steps into the hallway. She walks to the bathroom, turns on the faucet, and splashes some water on her face. She dries her face on a towel and leaves the bathroom. Once in the hallway she wanders into a bedroom. There's a crib, and the floor is strewn with toys. Phoebe bends down and picks up a stuffed bear. A crudely drawn picture of a winged creature with the name "Lily" underneath it in fingerpaint on the wall catches her eye, and she wanders over to that.)
Phoebe:(tracing the small, clumsily printed letters in the bottom right corner) To Pheby, love big sister Prue... (she stands looking at the picture for a while longer, realizes that she's still hugging the teddy bear she picked up earlier, sets it down gently in the crib on blanket that's embroidered with "Phoebe" in pink thread, and leaves the room)
(cut to Patty's room. Phoebe walks in. Patty is sitting on the bed, little Phoebe and the open book on her lap. Little Prue and Little Piper are on either side, listening)
Patty:(reading) "And with that kiss the curse was broken, and Sleeping Beauty awoke to see the light of a beautiful day."
Little Piper: Mommy, why did the curse have to be broken by a kiss?
Patty: Because, sweetheart, every curse needs a undoing part. The evil witch that placed the curse picked the kiss to be the undoing part because—
Little Prue: Because she thought that the Prince would never find Sleeping Beauty in all the vines and dragons and would never be able to kiss her so the curse would last forever and ever. Right Mommy?
Patty: That's right, Prue.
Little Phoebe: Kiss kiss fix everwyting. (she grins at Big Phoebe across the room, who turns very, very pale.)
Patty:(noting the change) Phoebe? What's the matter?
Phoebe: I have to go. (she goes to the bed, addresses Little Prue and Piper) Bye girls! Can I have a hug? (Little Prue and Piper hug Phoebe; Phoebe gives Little Prue an extra squeeze. Little Phoebe climbs off of Patty's lap and hugs Phoebe, who directs her attention to Patty) Don't forget to do those forgetting spe—stuff we were talking about.
Patty: But Phoebe, I don't understand—
Phoebe: (sets Little Phoebe on Patty's lap before hugging her mother and whispering in her ear) I've figured out how to get my answer.