| Summary: On Halloween, the girls get pulled back to 1600s Virginia to help a coven rescue a magical baby whose mother was kidnapped so that the baby could be taught dark magic. Since they have no powers, they take a crash course in the origins of natural magic. Cole is sent to make sure the baby is born in the hands of evil. Meanwhile, Leo and Darryl have their own problems back at the Manor, as the Grimlocks have used the magic of All Hallow's Eve to return and try to kill the Charmed Ones. |
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| Prue: Hey, are you a good witch or a bad witch? Piper: I'm going to be a very good witch from now on. Prue: And you picked a role model that wears lots and lots of pink? Leo: Glenda helped innocents didn't she? Piper: Yes. Phoebe: You had the answer all along? That's not help, that's mind games. Phoebe: Personally, I am offended by the representation of witches in popular culture. Piper: Right, which is why you're dressed as the Mistress of the Dark. Phoebe: This costume happens to be a protest statement. Prue: I am so impressed that you can make a protest statement and show cleavage all at the same time. Prue: So, in the meantime, we can just stick together since we are both dateless. Piper: He's not dateless, he's married. You're dateless 'cause you're picky. Piper: Did the Grimlocks do this? Prue: Uh, unless we're dead and this is the hereafter, I don't think so. Piper: Don't tell me we've time traveled again. I hate time traveling. Phoebe: You do? I was burned at the stake last time, remember? Eva: Oh, you�ve made a big clock so small. You must possess great magic. Piper: Just a good credit card. Piper: Oh, leave it to Them to zap first and give instructions never. Leo: Well, maybe not. I think I found out who they are. Grimlocks . . . underground demons who are sensitive to light and steal children's sight so they can see the aura that surrounds good people and strangle them with it. Darryl: That snake-tongued blond's looking better and better. Phoebe: Okay, you finally found a real man. Too bad he lives in colonial Virginia, Prue. Charlotte: How are you making the pain go away? Piper: Good magic. Just keep breathing. Prue: Good magic? Piper: Acupressure. Prue: All right, what do we have? Piper: We've got big problems, a little time, and a little magic. Piper: I always get the messy jobs. Prue: Hey, haven't I vanquished you somewhere before? Phoebe: So you're an angel? Cole: Oh, this? No, not really. Phoebe: That's okay. Neither am I. |