"Previously on 'Charmed'..." "You want the feds?" "You got 'em." "Apparently Sheridan wants us real bad." "Face down on the ground!" "Now!" "It's Sheridan." "I told you Brody did something to her." "Sheridan's back." "What?" "Your friend Brody came to visit me last night." "He did some mumble-jumbo on her where she doesn't remember anything that happened." "Even as we speak, the demon Zankou is mobilizing the underworld ..." "I want more than just to find The Nexus now..." "I want to release The Shadow." "Harness its ultimate power." "Leo and I are just having a little trouble adjusting to him being human again." "What, you want me to clean magic school?" "No." "We want you to run it." "I'd be honored." "I know, Paige, that in the past we have had our differences." "But becoming a Whitelighter is as natural a part of your unfolding destiny as becoming a Charmed One." "Whatever, I'll try it." "Leo, I need your help." "Why, what's the matter?" "The Elders have assigned me a charge." "Paige, that's great." "No, actually." "It's not great." "You have to help me get out of this." "You can't get out of it." "You're a whitelighter." "I'm also, like, a chick in her twenties who'd like to have a life." "I don't have time for this." "You're nervous." "Oh, I'm just busy." "All right, fine." "Maybe I'm a little nervous." "You know what?" "It used to happen to me all the time before I met my first charge." "It's a good thing." "It means you don't want to let him down." "Or maybe I'm just not ready." "Trust me, you're ready." "Yeah?" "Then... why don't you tell that to my stomach?" "Because it really hurts right now." "Look, here, try this." "Toast?" "Yeah." "It helps calm the butterflies." "You've been a Whitelighter for..." "sixty years, and toast is what you got for it?" "Well, it's not like you haven't had charges before, Paige, okay?" "Right." "Okay, fine." "But..." "I always had Piper and Phoebe to back me up." "All right?" "Now, I'll be solo." "What if I fail?" "You won't fail." "That's easy for you to say 'cause you have a job." "You got your wife." "You got your kids." "You got... breakfast." "If I make a mistake, someone knows." "You done?" "Yeah." "How'd you know?" "Toast and venting, works every time." "Guess I could try." "I know you can do it." "Good luck." "Thank you." "Mitchell Haines?" "Yeah." "Hi." "I'm, uh... your new whitelighter." "Paige Matthews." "Nice to meet y-you." "Not interested." "But you can't just walk away from me." "No?" "Watch me." "Aren't you at least going to hear me out?" "Let me guess." "That I'm a witch with great powers?" "You can help bring them out for me?" "Master them?" "Well, yeah." "I don't want your help." "Wait." "Wait." "Wait." "Wait." "Wait." "Wait." "Look." "I know you've had some problems in the past, but maybe you just haven't had the right person help you." "Namely me." "My last Whitelighter said the same thing." "They ever send anybody who hasn't read the Elder playbook." "I'm not just anybody, okay?" "I am a Charmed One." "I ran magic school for a year, and I'm a whitelighter." "Hello, triple-threat." "Where are you going to find somebody with that kind of experience?" "Good." "You can use it to help your next charge." "Okay." "Wait, listen." "New rule." "I will not tolerate demon activity in my house or in my club." "Got it?" "Uh, barstool!" "Are you okay?" "Yeah." "I'm fine." "What the hell do you think they wanted?" "I have no clue." "At least you're okay." "Yeah, but he's not." "He has a concussion, needs a few stitches, but otherwise he's fine." "Oh, thank god." "Did he say whether, you know, he'd seen anything?" "He was hit from behind." "Last thing he remembers was loading a case of beer from his hand truck." "Oh, that was good." "I mean, you know, that he remembers something because that probably means he doesn't have any brain damage." "Well, stick around." "The detective's going to need to take a statement." "Probably doesn't have any 'brain damage'?" "Smooth, Piper, real smooth." "Well, that's the last time I call 9-1-1." "Well, sadly, now that Leo can't heal us," "I think we're going to be calling that number a lot more." "I can't believe this." "They attack me at work now?" "What, is no place sacred?" "Well, I thought we covered pretty well." "Yeah, this time, but what about next time and the time after that?" "Well, we'll just deal with it when it happens." "No." "I'm going to deal with them now." "Well, before you do that, can you help me out?" "Reason why I came here." "That guy Mitchell... blew me off." "My charge." "Oh?" "That's all you have for me is "oh"?" "Well, I can't really help you out with that whole whitelighter thing." "You should probably talk to Leo." "Excuse me." "You're Phoebe Halliwell's sisters, right?" " Right." " Yeah..." "I'm Inspector Sheridan." "I met Phoebe a couple weeks ago on a different case." "Oh." "Well, it's nice to meet you." "Uh, where is Lieutenant..." "Lieutenant Morris?" "He's out of town." "Just taking some personal time." "I'll be covering for him while he's gone." "So, could you describe the suspects?" "Tall?" "Short?" "White?" "Black?" "Didn't really get a good look at him." "Yeah." "We were in the back, and by the time we came out, they were..." "Gone." "Yeah, gone." "What I don't understand is why would they rob the place in the middle of the day." "Before you even opened." "We have been asking ourselves the same question." "Well, we'll stay in touch." "Well, good news is I don't think she remembers meeting us." "Thank god for memory dust." "Yeah, but it's not a hundred percent guaranteed." "If we give her the slightest cause, her memory could come flying back, which is another reason we need to find the demon who did this." "Come closer, Lantos." "You can tell me why you failed from here just as easily as from there." "I'm confident the witch will be alone again soon." "I don't have time for soon." "I need a lock of hair now." "The only way to weaken Zankou is to take out his most trusted lieutenants." "Daleek, Benzor, Linson... all above ground." "All of whom I can only get to with the help of the beautiful Charmed Ones." "Tell me, Lantos." "Do you think I'm beautiful, too?" "Of course." "Do you want another scar?" "I can make you look like me in no time, you know." "To your chambers." "We can't wait any longer." "I reported to the source." "I won't do the same with his successor." "Then I'll need at least a half a dozen more demons." "You can't overcome the sisters with force, especially not Piper." "And since she'll be expecting another attack," "I need you to go after a different sister instead now." "Phoebe." "Why not Paige?" "She's less intuitive, more predictable." "But she's also a whitelighter now, which puts her in constant contact with the Elders." "Besides, Phoebe's a celebrity... idolized, envied." "The way I deserve to be." "And someday will be." "Lawyers!" "There should be a special place in hell for each and every one of them." "Okay, before you freak out, let me tell you about..." "I mean, talk about an attack!" "Exactly!" "The paper's been sued by just a few people, and now the whole legal department is clamping down on the reporters." "So, you're not a reporter." "Anyway, as I was..." "No." "But I'm a columnist." "And they're saying that I could actually be sued if I give bad advice." "So they want every one of my columns to be reviewed by a professional shrink." "Okay." "Well, technically, you're not a real shrink." "So, as I was " "Excuse me?" "Bachelor's degree, four years." "And besides, my readers don't care about my credentials, all they care about is my insight." "Yes, that is true." "Now, why don't you direct that famous insight towards the fact that I was attacked at P-3 today?" "Oh, my god." "Are you okay?" "Well, I'm alive, which the demons won't be when I'm done with them providing I can find them." "Wait." "They're not in the book?" "Well, too many fit the description." "God, that's so weird." "Demons never attack at P-3." "Even weirder, I don't think they wanted to kill me." "One of them could've easily nailed me with a fireball, but then didn't." "Here." "What's this?" "New policy." "We carry them for protection at all times." "Yeah, but if we don't know what kind of demon it is..." "Well, it doesn't matter." "If it doesn't kill them, it will at least stun them." "Wow." "And I thought I was on a rampage." "Well, I'm sending the underworld a message." "Basically, back off, and let me live my life." "And I'm going to help you with that, but first I have to deal with my column." "You want me to have a life, too, don't you?" "If you must." "Is there anything else, sir?" "I need a copy to go to every teacher and tell Mr Feeney a definite yes on the after-school TK classes." "I'll take care of it right away." "So you bombed with your charge, huh?" "Yeah." "I'd say majorly." "Well, don't let it get you down." "Reluctant charges come with the territory." "Well, I'm kind of wishing the Elders could've maybe given me a little bit more to go on." "Let's see." "I know that they told me he's had several whitelighters, and he has the power of hyperspeed." "I pretty much could've found that out on Google." "Hold that thought." "Yes?" "I'm not feeling very well." "Could you fill in for meat corporealizing class?" "No problem." "Go on, get some rest." "Thanks." "What?" "Nothing." "You're just impressive, that's all." "What do you mean?" "Well, I was the headmistress of this school for a year." "And, uh, you make it look easy, and I know it's anything but." "Thanks." "So, you need an assistant?" "What?" "I don't think I'm cut out for this whitelighter stuff." "And I still don't trust the Elders." "Why, because they didn't tell you everything you needed to know about Mitchell?" "They don't tell you anything." "They want you to get to know your charges yourself." "Okay, then why do they send me out to some guy who hates whitelighters and doesn't even want to talk to me?" "Well, you've got to find a way to make him talk." "It's your job." "You're his guide." "Look, Paige, if you don't get him to use his powers, there's a lot of future innocents that are going to be lost." "Gee, thanks." "No pressure there." "The Elders wouldn't give you this assignment if they didn't think you could handle it." "Use your instincts." "Be creative." "Look, once I had these charges who were a little less than willing to use their powers." "So I had to assimilate myself into their lives, get them to trust me before I could help them." "Pretended to be a handy man, worked like a charm." "Let me guess." "You married one of them?" "Well, let's just say that the Charmed Ones make Mitchell look like a piece of cake." "I don't care what they say in the legal department." "That guy is not touching one word of what I've written." "Uh, you know what?" "I'll be right therein a second." "It's my favorite scissors." "I knew I left them somewhere." "What pretty hair she has." "This is going to be fun." "I was lucky to get out of there alive." "Her powers of intuition " "Won't do any good once she's trapped inside my cage." "Still, if her sisters can anticipate like she can " "They can't." "Phoebe's power is unique." "I wonder how men look at her." "With lustful hearts, no doubt." "Maybe we should hold off on the transfer until we're sure." "How long have we been watching them?" "By now, we know The Charmed Ones better than anyone, including Zankou." "But their bond is strong." "To fool them even for a day..." "Like I've said, we've learned enough." "I cannot believe they cut a piece from my hair, and I just spent $250 on a cut and color." "What?" "You spent $250 on a haircut?" "You could have bought a week's worth of groceries with that." "Okay." "I don't think the price of my haircut should be your main concern right now." "Okay, you're right." "Actually, this is good news." "For whom exactly?" "All of us." "I mean, how many demons specialize in cutting someone's hair?" "It should make them easier to find." "What did he look like?" "Long coat and greasy hair?" "Yeah, and wielding some mean scissors, which, by the way, I have." "Oh, good." "We can use them to scry with." "Okay." "I'll drop them off at home as soon as I deal with someone else who wants a piece of me." "I've got to go." "Wait." "Phoebe, wait..." "Ms. Halliwell." "Hello." "I'm Dr. Randall." "Yes." "I know exactly who you are." "You're the guy hereto ruin my column." "Hmm." "I sense some displaced anger." "Oh, no." "It's very well placed." "And you can put your red pencil away because you're not touching a thing that I've written." "Well, I'm afraid you don't have a say in the matter." "Oh, really?" "Because the column is called "Ask Phoebe." So I'm pretty sure I do." "Ekat ym lous." "Ekat a demrahc enu." "Edart meht won." "Let me remind you, you're not the doctor..." "I am." "After all, I don't see any diplomas on your walls." "Nice." "What's going on?" "Where am I?" "You're with us now, Phoebe." "Get in the cage." "Hello, witch." "I hope you enjoy the view." "It'll be the last one you ever have." "So, whether you like it or not, you and I are going to be working together for a long time." "Do we understand each other?" "Do you think I'm hot?" "Uh, excuse me?" "This is going to be fun." "Any luck finding our demons?" "Nope." "Well, good." "I'm glad it just wasn't me." "By the way, thanks." "For what?" "For coming home to help me in the middle of the day." "You were attacked." "Yeah, I'm working on that not happening so much anymore." "Well, you know, Piper, you can't scare away all the demons all the time." "You know that." "No, but I can make them think twice about attacking again, can't I?" "Besides, I'd like to think that one day you could come home in the middle of the day for, I don't know..." "lunch?" "Hmm." "Well, you know, we could find something else to do for, like, an hour or so." "Take it easy." "Keep checking." "You know, I'm thinking whoever wanted the hair was probably working for an upper-level demon." "The question is who." "Mmm... soul swapper?" "Could be." "Or voodoo priestess..." "or witch doctor, or demonic cloner." "A cloner?" "That wouldn't be such a bad thing." "At least then I'd have another sister to fight demons with." "Did someone say "fight demons?" 'Cause I am so there." "What are you doing back so soon?" "Uh... what do you mean?" "What happened with the shrink?" "Oh, I took care of him." "Oh, my god." "Oh, for god sakes." "Your hair looks fine." "You know, maybe we should go up and check the Book of Shadows again." "I already checked it." "Maybe we should check again." "I mean, I'm just saying that we have to fight demons, right?" "Any idea what these demon creeps are looking for?" "Not yet." "But the more I think about it, the more I'm leaning towards soul swapping." "Soul swapping?" "No, I don't buy it." "Well, if it was voodoo, they could have just stolen a comb or brush to get the hair." "See, soul swapping is more powerful." "It requires fresh ingredients, which explains why they needed the freshly cut hair." "Yeah, but demons have tried to impersonate us before, and it's never worked." "I mean, we just... know each other too well." "She's got a point, and besides... at least we still have the scissors to scry for them with." "Scissors?" "Are they in your purse?" "I'll go get them." "Phoebe?" "What?" "Did you have a premonition?" "Yes, I did." "A very big one." "This is the guy." "This is the guy we're looking for right here." "Daleek?" "Oh, he doesn't look like any of the demons that attacked us." "Are you sure?" "You know, maybe he's working with him." "Yeah, that's probably it." ""Upper-level demon, works above ground."" "You know, it could be a Zankou plant." "Wouldn't be the first time." "But it doesn't say anything about him cutting hair." "But I saw him posing as a civilian in my premonition." "What more proof do we need?" "Okay, but " "Great!" "I'll meet you downstairs." "I'm going to go slip into something a little bit more sexy." "Sexy?" "Phoebe, we're killing a demon, not going to the club." "Did I say sexy?" "I meant... comfortable." "Wait!" "God." "Now what." "Maybe we shouldn't go after this guy until we have the power of three." "Well, you can call Paige if you need her, but now that she's a whitelighter, you got to get used to working without her." "She's not going to be around as much." "What he said." "Yeah, and besides, you have potions." "If it does turn out to bean upper-level demon, it's nothing you haven't handled before." "Couldn't have said it any better myself." "I'm going to go change." "You have somewhere to go?" "I can't believe I was worried we wouldn't pull this off." "I'll get out of here eventually." "Urgh." "With a face like that, you're better off in the cage." "Aww." "Don't feel all that Charmed now, do you?" "My sisters will get me out of this cage... and this body." "You're forgetting." "For them to come to your rescue, they first have to realize that Imara's in your body." "You don't think they can tell when there's a demon in the house?" "There was a demon in your house not long ago;" "Zankou." "And everything he learned, we learned." "Imara broke into his lair, stole all his information." "Now she knows everything about you." "I don't care." "My sisters will figure it out." "By then, it'll be too late for both you and Zankou." "We'll have killed all his allies, weakened him to the point where he can no longer rule." "And as for you, you're only keeping Imara's body alive so her soul can return to it." "Too bad there won't be a body for your soul to return to." "Oh, no." "Help me!" "Please!" "Someone!" "Help!" "Are you okay?" "Are you hurt?" "Surprise." "What the hell?" "What are you doing?" "Are you out of your mind?" "Look, I'm just trying to show you that your powers can save lives." "You didn't have to save mine, but you could have if you had to." "So you tricked me?" "Technically." "Here's the thing." "I'm trying to remind you of what your powers can do, and why you can't just walk away from a gift like that." "The hell I can't." "Mitchell, please..." "You don't know me." "You don't know meat all." "Could someone tell me why I'm trying to help this person?" "You crashed your car?" "It was a rental." "What?" "I got the insurance." "That's not the point, Paige." "Look, you told me to trust my instincts, right?" "I did." "Yeah, to earn his trust, not destroy it." "Maybe there's a reason nobody's been able to get through to him." "Maybe he just can't be gotten to." "Look, I don't think there's any such thing as a lost cause, Paige." "All right." "Maybe it's just time to get somebody else." "Paige." "What?" "I mean it." "Call the Elders and have them get another Whitelighter 'cause I'm done." "I can't do it." "So you're just going to give up?" "I cannot force Mitchell to be a witch." "I can't." "Maybe that's your problem." "What?" "He's not just a witch, Paige." "He's a person, too, and actually, he was a person first." "Your powers are tied to your emotions, so stop concentrating on him as a witch and start focusing on him as a man." "We're vanquishing a City Councilman?" "Are you crazy?" "I saw him posing as a civilian." "You were fine with it before." "Yeah, that's because I thought we were going to find him in an alley or a warehouse somewhere, not downtown." "You insisted that I come home from work so we could deal with it." "Okay, would you stop clickity-clackin in those things for one second?" "Look, I want to kill demons just as much as you do, probably even more, but we can't afford to be reckless, especially with Sheridan lurking around." "Sheridan?" "Yeah." "This morning at the bar?" "Oh, right." "Sorry." "I got demon councilman on the brain." "We really don't want heron our case again." "What are you doing?" "Are you checking yourself out?" "Yeah." "It's not a crime." "No, but now is not the time." "Don't be so vain." "I just want to look presentable, okay?" "'Cause we are meeting a Councilman, for god sakes." "Well, then maybe you should put on a jacket." "A Councilman you think might be evil." "I know is evil, and you will, too, once you freeze the scene." "Yeah." "If he ever moves, he's not freezing." "Can I help you?" "No." "Excuse me." "Councilman Wexler?" "I'm sorry." "Do we have an appointment?" "No, Daleek, actually, we don't." "Wow!" "That was awesome." "What was in that?" "Who cares?" "Let's go." "Hey." "What's the rush?" "Everyone's frozen anyway." "Yeah, well, I don't want to be here when they unfreeze and figure out that their boss is missing." "No one will ever know we were here." "I think we should just concentrate on the demon who actually attacked us." "We'll get him." "When?" "Well, when I try and get a few more premonitions." "I mean, who knows how many demons Zankou has out there." "But our first demon still has a piece of your hair, and who knows when he's going to use it or come back for more." "Who cares?" "With a face like this, I could be bald and look great." "What the hell's gotten into you?" "What do you mean?" "What do I mean?" "You're walking around like a crazy person." "That is when you're not stopping to check yourself out in every shiny surface you walk past." "Well, I think I'm just a little scattered and overwhelmed, you know, with the column and all these demons and trying to help you find a normal life." "And I appreciate that, but it doesn't require us going a mile a minute." "Well, you said you wanted to make a statement to the demon world." "And what better statement than to kill a lot of demons, right?" "Right." "Where are you going?" "I'm going upstairs to change my outfit." "I've been in this for like the last hour." "Inspector." "Hello." "Piper." "What, uh, brings you all the way out here?" "Well, actually... this does." "The City Councilman's gone missing, and according to that photograph, the two of you were the last people to see him before he disappeared." "And you think we had something to do with that?" "I don't know." "Did you?" "No." "I mean, we went to talk to him about some branches that were hanging over our backyard." "That's interesting, considering that he's not really your councilman." "Right... which we figured out when we talked to him." "Satisfied?" "No, I'm not." "First, there's a robbery that doesn't look like a robbery." "Then a Councilman mysteriously vanishes, and both times, one of you is there." "Coincidence." "I don't believe in coincidences." "We'll keep in touch." "Come on, Phoebe, there's got to be a way out of here." "Hey!" "Give it a rest, will ya?" "You're tiring out her body." "Imara's going to need her strength when she returns to kill your sisters." "Yeah?" "What makes you think I'd let any demon..." "What's the matter with you?" "Get up." "What happened?" "What am I doing here?" "They figured it out." "They reversed the spell." "Well, don't just stand there, you fools." "Let me out of here." "What are you talking about?" "Don't you see?" "The witches switched our souls back." "It's me." "Imara." "Hurry, we don't have much time." "Open up and let me out." "Wait." "How do we know it's really you?" "You dare challenge me?" "Open the cage or I'll kill you both." "Same temper." "Still, we've been planning this for months, and they figure it out in a couple of hours?" "I don't think so." "They wouldn't have suspected anything if you hadn't left the scissors behind." "That's right, you screwed up." "Now let me out of here before they get here and kill us all." "Stay here." "I'm going to go above ground." "See for myself." "Idiot!" "Phoebe will kill you the moment she sees you." "Unless you're Phoebe, and this is just a trick." "Don't let her out until I return." "The witches will vanquish him, then they'll come back and vanquish all of you unless you let me out of here now." "Get out." "Nope, I'm not going away this time." "And neither are you." "Look, I know why you stopped using magic, okay?" "I did some research." "You don't know anything." "I know what happened." "Leave me alone." "You're not going to run from me like you've run from all the others." "Something happened to your fiancee, right?" "Jennifer?" "I can do this all night." "Why are you doing this to me?" "Look, I don't give a rat's ass about you being a witch or not." "I'm just trying to help you." "You're not just running away from your gift, you're running away from yourself." "You really loved her, didn't you?" "Yes, I did." "How'd she die?" "I was supposed to meet her." "I was late, I can't remember why." "By the time I got there, they had already killed her." "Demons." "They didn't want her." "She didn't even know what they were, who I was." "They were there for me, but I was..." "late." "If only I'd used my speed, I might have been there in time to do s-som..." "You can't know that." "You're never going to be able to know that." "When my parents died, I blamed myself." "I even used magic to try and go back in time and fix it, but I couldn't." "The thing is, we're never, ever going to be able to fix everything, or save everybody, because at the end of the day, you and I are just... people who have the ability to help other people." "Aren't you cold?" "No, but, then again, I actually have clothes on." "Yeah, I know, it's kind of skimpy, but it's just so cute, I couldn't help myself." "Okay, can we get back to the demons?" "Right." "You betcha." "Let's see." "Benzor." "Benzor?" "Upper-level demon." "I saw him posing as a judge, and he probably is working for Zankou, too." "You got all that from one premonition?" "Pretty good, huh?" "Are you going to get that?" "Your phone." "Oh, right." "Hello?" "Dr. Randall?" "Oh, yes." "Dr. Randall." "You know what, just do what you want, because I don't really care." "I'll be right back." "What are you doing here?" "Imara?" "Well, who else would it be?" "Why aren't you watching the witch?" "She said they sent you back to your body." "I came to check." "What?" "Phoebe, who are you talking to?" "Piper, help!" "What are you doing?" "Covering." "Blow him up." "No!" "Phew." "That was close, huh?" "That was the demon that attacked me in the club." "And me in the elevator." "Hey." "What's up?" "Oh, Paige." "Good." "You're just in time." "For what?" "To help us vanquish the demon that's trying to kill us." "How do you know who it is?" "Well, the demon we just vanquished said her name." "It's, uh   Imara." "We have to vanquish her right away." "I can't let you out." "She'll kill me." "She is me." "But Lantos said..." "Lantos is dead, otherwise he would've returned by now." "I don't know." "If you do nothing, you'll be vanquished by the witches." "But if you free me, you'll take Lantos' place and rule by my side." "You made a wise decision." "Phoebe!" "Oh, no!" "Well, it took you long enough." "Actually, I think we're right on time." "No, don't..." "What was that?" "That was Phoebe's soul." "We just killed your sister." "I told you it was a soul swap, didn't I?" "I don't think right now is the time for "I told you so's"." "No, I think now is the perfect time, actually." "There was obviously something wrong with her." "Why didn't I do something?" "I don't think beating yourself up is going to do any good." "Besides, how could we have known?" "You know?" "She took over Phoebe's body to kill demons." "It's what Phoebe does." "No, not lately, it isn't." "Not with everything going on at work with her." "I should've done something." "I can't believe I didn't..." "All right, we should just concentrate on getting her back, okay?" "Back?" "Paige, her soul floated away." "She's gone." "Not necessarily." "I mean, we've dealt with spirits before." "We know that they can keep themselves from moving on if their will is strong enough." "Phoebe's definitely is." "Okay, fine." "Great." "But Imara is still in her body, and I don't see her in a big hurry to give it up." "Yeah, especially since we blew up her demonic body." "Not that I'm saying it's anybody's fault." "But you could always do another soul swap." "Put Phoebe's soul back in her body, and send Imara's essence to, uh..." "What, oblivion?" "Yeah, you just have to do the same ritual again." "That requires a piece of Phoebe's hair, and I don't see Imara letting us get close enough to try." "No, but I think I might know somebody who can." "Thomas Hendricks?" "Where'd you come from?" "Judge Thomas Hendricks?" "Who are you?" "Someone who doesn't want to work for your boss." "Zankou?" "Damn, that was my favorite minion." "All right, who's next?" "Thanks." "She's pretty pissed." "Thanks." "Wait." "Now." "Lock of hair completes our goal, to help us reclaim our sister's soul, banish this demon, spare no pain, bring Phoebe back from the ghostly plane." "Are you okay?" "No, I am not okay!" "How could you not know that thing was inside me?" "Oh, don't start with me!" "Who's this guy?" "This is, um, my first charge." "Mitchell." "He saved you." "Oh." "Thank you." "Don't thank me." "Thank my whitelighter." "She saved me." "He's cute." "She's back." "Ooh, do I even want to read this?" "Don't see why not, considering it's word for word what you wrote." "Dr. Randall is no longer with the paper." "Really?" "Did you fire him?" "He didn't leave me much choice." "He, uh...... he claimed you came on to him." "I did?" "Exactly." "And that was just his first lie." "He also said you told him he could do whatever he wanted to do with the column, that you didn't care one way or the other." "Ugh." "Well, he must have me confused with someone else." "Which is exactly what I said when I kicked his butt out the door." "That's fine by me." "So are we going to be hiring someone else?" "I told legal we never had a problem with your column before, and until we do, back off." "I appreciate that vote of confidence, Elise." "But I've been thinking, and maybe my column could use a little bit more professional insight." "How so?" "I'll let you know." "I've gotta run it by my sisters first." "Hey!" "How'd you fix this place up so fast?" "Potions?" "Spells?" "Even better." "Husband." "Ooh." "Getting Leo to go back to work." "Nothing says normal quite like that." "And hey, we haven't had a demon attack all day." "Well, hopefully the demon world took note of our rampage." "I don't think killing Imara constitutes a rampage." "No, but killing Imara, Daleek, and Benzor does." "Okay, we didn't kill the last two." "Yeah, but the demon world doesn't know that." "No, they just think I did it." "Which is fine by me, actually." "Me, too." "Okay, so, you guys want to know what the real Phoebe's going to do next?" "What?" "I've decided that I'm going to go back to college." "College?" "Again?" "Yeah." "I think I want to get my graduate degree." "This way, the paper'll get off my back, and I can actually get my professional credentials, and who knows?" "Maybe even be a better columnist." "What happened to the woman who said her readers didn't care about credentials?" "Well, as a future psychologist, um, I can honestly say that I..." "Was swimming in a big bag of denial?" "Yes, exactly." "What about the shrink at work?" "I don't think he'll be a problem anymore." "Well, girls, unfortunately, I think Inspector Sheridan is going to be a problem." "Wait, she's on our case again?" "And how." "Did you hear about Judge Hendricks?" "No, what?" "He disappeared, too." "Must be an epidemic." "Yeah, must be." "If you need a hand with the Councilman's case, just let me know." "No, it's all right." "I got it."