Charmed Season two : The Mighty Balthazar Finally Saved.

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-Gail's house.-

Gail, Amanda and Helen are chanting a spell. They are standing in a circle holding hands.

Gail, Amanda, Helen: "We call on the demon Cryto, reach back throughout the ages, humbled by his power, we invite him into our circle."

Gail coughs.

'Are you alright?' Helen asks.

Gail waves her off. 'Just keep chanting.'

'We've been chanting for fifteen minutes.' Amanda states.

Gail rolls her eyes. 'It's a séance, Amanda, not AT&T. He'll come, he has to. Come on.'

Gail, Amanda, Helen: "We call on the demon Cryto, reach back throughout the ages, humbled by his power, we invite him into our circle."

Smoke rises in the middle of them and forms a face. 'Who dare summon me?'

'Three, who are humbled by your presence, Cryto.' Gail replies.

Cryto looks at her. 'What do you want?'

'That which only you can give. Youth, beauty, health.' Gail recites.

Cryto raises an eyebrow. 'What can you give me?'

'We can make you whole again, we can bring you back.' Gail promises.

Cryto shakes his head. 'But I want more. I want powers. Great powers. Don't ever summon me again.'

He starts to disappear.

'We can get you great powers. The powers to move things with your mind, to stop time, to see into the future, to heal.' Gail lists.

Cryto smiles. 'Do so and you'll get your youth.'

He disappears.

Helen and Amanda look at her. 'I had to do something, we were losing him.'

'You lost him already, Gail. Why would you promise him something we can't get. What if it makes him angry?' Helen frowns.

Gail doesn't back down. 'I can get the powers, Helen. I have to. I'm not ready to die. I'll be back. Just be sure you have the quilt finished by tomorrow night.'

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-Manor.-

Phoebe's room. Phoebe's sitting on her bed. She squints her eyes while trying to read a book. She puts on a pair of glasses and looks in the mirror. 'Ugh.'

Someone knocks on the door. She hides the glasses under a pillow. Prue walks in. 'Hey. Have you, um, made an appointment to see the optometrist yet?'

Prim comes in and flops beside Phoebe.

'Prue, I keep telling you I do not need glasses.' Phoebe huffs.

Prue nods. 'Oh, well, then... (she turns the book around the right way) this might help.'

'Unrelated.' Phoebe protests.

Prim snickers. 'Pheebs, there is nothing wrong with glasses. If you recall I had wore them for a while. Still do every now and then to give my eyes a break. I hated them, not good to have when you have a toddler.'

'Mmm hmm. Look, I really need your guys help. Piper's throwing our her boots. The tan ones.' Prue tells them.

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-kitchen.-

Piper's putting her boots in a paper bag. Prue, Phoebe and Prim walk in.

Phoebe speaks first. 'Piper, what are you doing? Those are your favourite boots.'