Nathan's room. Mini-ninja sneaks in the door as the tyke sleeps.
Quarantine Room. Dr. W shows up. The Ps ask him why he's not wearing a mask. He says he's just ruled out the possibility that the virus is airborne. Piper gets her bitch on and says that's great, then they can leave. Dr. W says no. Phoebe gets her bitch on and says he can't keep them there. Dr. W begs to differ; he can keep them there "by law," especially since he believes that Piper has caused a disease to spread "by epidemic proportions." He now knows of six people being infected and believes that if he can figure out how Piper miraculously was cured, he can save them. Dr. W stomps out of the room. Phoebe: "Wow, his bedside manner could sure use some work." Shut up, Pheebs. I believe the blame for all of this trouble bears a "P.H." monogram. The Ps have a processing summit: How can the thwart the mini-ninja-itis epidemic? Piper tells them that they have to reverse the spell. The lazy Ps refuse, reminding Piper that she'll go back into a coma and die. Piper: "No, you'll call Leo and he'll save me." Wow, it must be nice having your own personal Jesus and all. Phoebe's shocked; she thought Piper didn't want Leo brought into all of this. Piper: "That was when I didn't know I was dying." The lazy Ps sheepishly admit that they already called Leo, and he told them he couldn't help Piper out. Piper slams the lazy Ps but good, thanking them "for doing something [she] specifically told them not to do." Phoebe opens up her maw to protest, but Prue tells her to "give it a rest." Thank you, Prue. Prue reminds Piper that they don't know the reverse "awakening" spell anyway, and they can't leave the hospital to go get the BoS. Piper tells her sister to astral Prue-ject. Prue, while standing, slumps her head down and goes catatonic. Astral Prue appears at Halliwell Manor in front of the BoS. A nurse notices slumped-over Prue and asks what's the big. The docile Ps tell her everything's okay. Back at the manor, Astral Prue memorizes the spell.
Nathan's room. Mini-ninja does a tumble flip onto his bed, and takes out his -- titter, titter -- tiny sword.
Astral Prue leaves the attic. Prue wakes up in the Quarantine Room. Potsie decides to spin the camera around the actresses. The Ps disagree about casting the spell, while my dinner starts to disagree with me. As the camera whirls around to cue us that "magic" is brewing, the Ps recite yet another Hallmark Moment: What was awakened from its sleep/ Must once again slumber deep. Ugh, Potsie. Put. The. Camera. Down. Now. I. Beg. You.