Manor hall. Prue and Piper descend the stairs holding hands. Prue snarks, “At least you got a new power. You’ve been bitching about it long enough.” She’s been bitching about a lot of things long enough, Prue. Don’t encourage her. “Yeah, well be careful what you bitch for,” Piper replies. One wishes you would take your own advice and shut up now and again, sweetie. The Freak chooses this moment to squiggle into the hallway. Piper hoots and hollers and blows up a ficus. The Freak grins maliciously and hurls an FBOD at the twosome. Prue TKs it into a wall, where it scorches the paint. The Freak advances on them. Prue lands a couple of kicks to his head, then boots him in his ample stomach. He flies back, smashing a table and a couple of knick-knacks. Prue stands above him with her fists at the ready and orders Piper to try freezing the Freak again. Piper complies, blowing up the supports for the upper half of the bookcase behind Prue in the process. It topples over, squishing Prue like a bug. Go, Piper! Go, Piper! I could deal with more of that. Piper hoots a bit more as the Freak rises to his feet. “Phoebe!” Piper squeals as she smashes a crystal vase over the Freak’s shaggy head. Phoebe rushes down from upstairs to be met by an FBOD. She dodges it by leaping over the balustrade, smashing another table and stunning herself as she lands. It’s all on Piper now. She backs away from the Freak, begging her power to work this time. She shoots her hands out. The Freak stops dead in his tracks, shudders a bit, then explodes into a shower of black confetti. Piper, naturally, is ecstatic, practically dancing on the demon’s ashes. Phoebe congratulates her and tells her to wake Prue up. She then bounds back upstairs to the attic to help Cole. Piper, fearing the Wrath of Prue, hesitates for a moment before moving to Prue’s side.