A housekeeper led Phoebe into the living room of the apartment of Brent Miller, hopefully the same Brent Miller who'd been kidnapped by demons twenty years. Bad for him, maybe good as a way to save David.

"Mr. Miller will be in shortly." She informed Phoebe, before exiting the room, presumably to let Mr. Miller know he had company.

"Wow, what a view," Phoebe commented aloud. "and I can smell the ocean."

"And hear the traffic." A voice said behind her. Phoebe turned to see an attractive man about Prue's age being guided by a seeing eye dog.

"Brent Miller?" She clarified.

"So I've been told." He smiled pleasantly.

"My name is Phoebe Halliwell."

"Phoebe, let me introduce you to Helmeth." He patted the dog on his head.

"He's beautiful, so's your place."

"Thank you, so how can I help you, Phoebe?"

"I need to talk to you about when you were kidnapped as a child." She got right to the point.

"I'm sorry, I'm not comfortable talking about that."

"But I have to, it's happening again. In the last two days two little boys have been kidnapped from the same park you were. By the same monsters."

"You believe me about the monsters?"

"I've seen things too and one of those little boys is the son of a friend. We need information, real information, that could help us find him."

"There were two of them. I mean, terrifying creatures, really. They dragged me into a storm drain to a junction of some kind. They... held me down, I remember blue sparks hitting my face. My eyes felt like they were on fire and, uh, that was the last thing I ever saw."

"Why do you think they took your eyesight?"

"I don't know, but I do remember hearing them say something about auras."

"Thank you, I'm sorry if I upset you."

"If you can do something to help those boys, than it's worth it."

Phoebe returned to the Manor and told Piper what she'd learned. Piper began paging through the Book of Shadows, murmuring. "Auras, auras, I know I saw something about auras in here. Here it is, Grimlocks, underground demons who roam from city to city, killing powerful forces of good by seeing the unique auras that surround them."

"Which they can see by stealing the sight of innocent children." Phoebe read over her shoulder. "The stolen eyesight will last only twenty-four hours but only if the children are alive. Which means we have less than fourteen hours. There's a vanquishing potion specific to them."

"Then let's get started on making it up, once we find them, we can deal with them."

Prue opened the front door and the girls looked up, Phoebe noticed she looked upset. "Something wrong, Prue?"

"A reporter saw me use my powers in the park and he's threatening to write an article about it." She answered.

"Does he have any proof?" Piper asked. "Did he catch you on camera?"

"No, he just said he saw me use my powers."

"Than it's your word against his." Phoebe tried to reassure her.

"We don't have time for this, Prue, we IDed the demons." Piper told her. "But we need Schisandra root to make the potion. Can you go get some?"

"Sure, I'll be back as soon as I can."

"And I need to talk to Brent again." Phoebe said. "These particular demons live in the sewers and there's miles of them. I'm going to see if Brent can give us a starting point."

As Prue and Phoebe were heading out, two Inspectors with the San Francisco Police Department were discussing a new case.

"Medical examiner." Darryl Morris said as Andy Trudeau, his partner, handed him a cup of coffee "Thanks. Sent this over. It's Jerry Cartwright. A saint. Donated millions to the city's anti-drug program." He handed the file to Andy, who read through it and glanced up.

"M. E's calling it murder?"

"Unless we can tell him otherwise. He's listing the C.O.D as a strangulation. The problem is the man died in the middle of a crowd of people and nobody saw anyone lay a hand on him."

Eric Lohman walked up as Darryl got up to return the file. "Any Trudeau?"

"I know who you are, what do you want?"

"Prue Halliwell, any thoughts?"

"No, get out."

"I saw her use her powers at the park, just wish I'd had my camera."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"She said that too, you guys rehearse it?"

"No, get out." He repeated.

"Fine, I'll just switch my story to a police cover up. Just remember I gave you a chance to work with me." He smirked and left, as Darryl returned.

"What was that about?"

"Reporter, you're going to have to handle the strangulation case yourself, I'm assigning myself to the kidnapping. I need to talk to someone."

Darryl nodded, assuming the reporter had let something slip, either accidentally or on purpose to get a reaction and now Andy had a lead. Andy headed out to talk to his friends, the Halliwell sisters.

While Phoebe was having a vision of Brent as a small boy and the demons that took him after touching his arm.

"When you were taken, were you wearing a sweatshirt, jeans and high tops?"

"Yes, I was. How did you know?"

"And when you escaped, were you running through water in a tunnel?"

"Yes, are you a psychic?"

"Something like that." She admitted.

"That's how you've seen monsters. Phoebe, be careful, if these monsters are interested in the auras of good people and you find monsters, you're probably someone they'd be interested in."

"I won't go after them alone, I promise. I have to go, we're running out of time." She hurried back to the Manor hoping Prue had the ingredients for the vanquishing potion because they really were running out of time.