Power Surge

Upstairs 4:20 am

         As Piper rounded the corner from the stairs, Paige continued in her coughing fit. Just as Piper had opened the door to check on her, a loud blowing sound made her giggle as she remembered the words of a novel she had once read. Once she gained her composure she entered the room to find Paige blowing her nose yet again. "Honey, are you okay? I'm here if you need anything," Piper told her. As Paige began to say something a very hard sneeze ripped from her sinuses. "Oww!!! That hurt my side...no I'm not okay," she said as she began to cry and grabbed for another tissue to blow her nose once again. Piper felt very insecure in the disease-infested room. While Paige wasn't looking she actually tried to freeze the room forgetting briefly about her powers not being there. She suddenly stomped her foot in frustration as Paige looked up too say, "What's the matter with y---," as she began coughing again for a few seconds.

"It was a spider...you know how I hate them! Anyhow, I'm going to get you the vaporizer and try to moisten the room a little to help with your breathing," Piper told her. "I can't breathe either way, Piper! My head is stuffed, my chest is killing me, my back hurts from the sneezing, and I have a pounding sinus migraine between the pressure and constant nose blowing! It feels like a gremlin behind my eyes ready to pop them out. No, I repeat, I am not okay; and to top it all off my husband is dead and I can't even take care of my child let alone be a good mother to this one before he or she is even born!" Paige shrieked before coughing again. She was so hot from her fever that she had beads of sweat dripping from her forehead. Piper suddenly felt bad for giggling about her nose blowing.

"Oh, honey...I'm going to get you better and get your husband back. Leo and Phoebe are working on it as we speak. Let's get you out of those pajamas and into some new ones. You're soaked!" Piper exclaimed upon comforting her baby sister as she hugged her from behind. "What are you doing upstairs?" Piper asked as she helped Paige into dry pajamas. "I had your bed made up on the couch downstairs."

"I didn't wanna be down there all by myself," Paige whined. "You put me down there to watch over me and then all of you guys are upstairs. I didn't like it."

"Don't tell me you navigated the stairs on your own," Piper gasped. "No, I orbed." Paige informed her sibling. Piper breathed a sigh of relief and continued her task of changing Paige's clothing.

Back Downstairs in the Dining Room

"So we can't just summon Glenn from the Nexus without opening it?" Leo asked. "No...which means the Woogie will be ready also," Phoebe shuddered. "I think the 'Woogie' is the least of our problems, Phoebe," Leo told his sister-in-law. "Leo, that black cloud has tormented me since I was a little girl!" Phoebe retorted. "And you've faced it more times than needed to get past this by now. For crying out loud you were married to the Source of all Evil!" Leo remarked. "Anyways, we have to open the Nexus first and they said it's an ancient incantation...look at this; you already know most of what I'm telling you from reading your tablet," Phoebe said, amazed. "Did they give you the incantation? I couldn't find it anywhere! I think it was never printed for safety purposes," he said.

"They told me but I don't know Latin or Greek or whatever it was. I wish I had that smart spell to use again," Phoebe replied. "We don't need the smart spell but we do need the incantation. What was it?" Leo asked on edge. "I don't think I like your tone Mr. Wyatt," Phoebe said. "Phoebe;" he sighed, "listen the Power of Three does not exist as long as Glenn is gone and without his powers. We're lucky that the Underworld hasn't caught wind of this yet! I'm just a little tired and on edge...forgive me. Now, back to the question, do you know the incantation or not?" Leo ranted. "Yes, they told me but I can't tell you because I don't know how to say the words or how they're even spelled because I don't know what language it is," Phoebe stated trying not to grit her own teeth and keeping her hormones in check. Leo sunk backward in his seat and put his hands on his face. "We're so screwed...." he muttered as he smeared his face.