“I’m trying to hold the family together while fighting off demon attacks and somewhere I want to have a life and … it’s not working.” Prue tried again to explain to the ghost of her mother why she had called her, why she felt like she had lost her path as a witch.
“You’re doing just fine. Stop doubting yourself. You always were too hard on yourself. You always needed to be perfect. But you’re trying too hard. You already have everything you need within yourself.” The ghost said.
“What do you mean? Do you mean the power of three?” Prue questioned.
“The power of three is part of it, its part of who you are. But you know what I mean.”
“I don’t know, you are talking in riddles.” Prue said angrily. Maybe conjuring her mother hadn’t been such a good idea after all. What about personal gain?
“Just relax. You're on the right path, even if you can't see it yet.” Her mother gave her an unearthly smile.
“You make it look so easy.”
“I didn’t say it was easy. But you aren’t anyone. You are a Charmed one.”
“Where are they?” Martin muttered under his breath.
“Yeah, I don’t get it either. Danny looked up from his computer. “They have to be somewhere. But of all the cases, this one, no evidence. They didn’t leave any trace. They just walked out of their offices to go on their lunch break and no one has seen them since. No surveillance footage, no eyewitnesses, no credit card statements, nothing. Like they just disappeared into thin air.” Danny rubbed his eyes. Since two high-profiles had vanished, the team hadn’t gotten any sleep.
“Huh?” Martin looked at him questioningly. “I was looking for these.” He pulled out a box from under a stack of files.
“What’s that?” Danny was confused.
“Attack on the muffins!” Martin grinned and opened the box, helping himself to a blueberry muffin. “You want one?”