| Summary: An old friend of Grams, who was like a second grandmother to the girls when they were growing up, makes a deal with the demon Cryto: a new body, the girls' powers, and her soul in exchange for youth. As Piper's frustration with being a witch grows, she sees their powers being taken away as an out for her . . . and Prue and Phoebe can't vanquish Cryto without her. |
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| Amanda: We've been chanting for fifteen minutes. Gail: It's a s�ance, Amanda, not AT&T. Prue: Aunt Gail's in town and guess what? She knows we're you-know-whats. Piper: Whoa, I'm not alone here, remember. Prue: I thought that that would get your attention. Prue: Have you contacted the police yet? Gail: And tell them what? That I think there's a demon running loose in our streets? They'd think I was crazy. Piper: Try getting your boots cleaned. Phoebe: Piper, Gail is like family. You love her, we all do. Prue: She was like a second Grams to us. Phoebe: Yeah, only a nice one. One that never said no. Prue: Phoebe, there is absolutely nothing wrong with wearing glasses. I mean, I wear them. Phoebe: I know, but you're older. Piper: I mean, nothing's changed really since Leo and I met except that I'm two years older and still have no idea what we're doing. Phoebe: What's the matter? Piper: I don't know, but I can't freeze that rat thing. Piper: How did we let her do this to us? Prue: Because we trusted her. Phoebe: Yeah, well, she just got crossed off my Christmas list. Piper: Aunt Gail was Grams's best friend. She used to bake us cookies. Phoebe: And now she's spiking our tea. Phoebe: Besides, do you have a better idea? Piper: Go home and call it a day? Prue: All right, Phoebe's thinking what we're thinking. Piper: Great, what are we thinking? Piper: I just . . . I want a life that hasn't got a lot of death in it. I don't think that's too much to ask. Piper: All right, I'm only doing this for you guys and if I get killed, I'm gonna haunt the both of you forever. |