"Hello, Felicia Halliwell."

"Yeah, we've met. Did I not give you my new number? I guess that's what I get for you moving away and abandoning me. Speaking of, who was the guy at your door? Not that I was watching from next door. That would be weird. Hi."

"Lan! Gosh, it has been so long! How are you? That guy was just a friend of the family. Anyway, I missed you, tendency to spy and all."

Fernanda shoots Felicia a glare over the question.

"Things are great over here. Life is so exciting. Loads of stuff is happening. We should hang out, the three of us."

"I'm sure that Fernanda will want to see you too. We all do."

"Is she less, you know, Fernanda? I can stop by whenever you guys want, I'm pretty free."

"Fernanda is just as much Fernanda as always."

"More even!" Bea shouts to the phone.

"But you should come over anyway. Uh, we are kind of busy... you know, having to organize all the stuff in the house and everything."

"I can help! I'll be by in a couple of minutes."

"It's nothing interesting! Just old family antiques!"

"Look, if you don't want me to come by, I don't have to. Bye."

He hangs up.

Sigh.

"I give even odds that he will show up anyway or never talk to us again."

He has, evidently, not decided to show up.

They have the next several hours to themselves.

Fernanda reads up the book some more.

Spells! Spells that vanquish this demon, that demon, this warlock, that demon...there are entries on specific enemies they might face, specific witches that might be ally or adversary, on whitelighters, on previous members of the family...the book does not cooperate with simple turning of pages, but rather opens to pages based on a mysterious wind.

"I wonder how hard it would be turn this thing digital." Fernanda muses out loud. "I don't suppose there is anything about the basis of magic invention?"

Nooope.

"Fine. I will figure out how unleash a golden age of magic and prosperity myself if that is what it takes."

Fernanda suddenly sees the street outside their house.

What? What is happening? ...Can she move or look around?

She can't. It passes moment to moment like a series of photographs, the movement only an illusion of the technology.

She sees a familiar face crossing the street.

He looks at the house, spotting someone in the window. He doesn't spot the car that comes at him from the side.

Fernanda tries to move forward and get Theo out of the way.