Manor. The Dolt gazes "thoughtfully" at Piper's closet. Piper enters, reminds him of their decision to break up, and notes that it's awfully hard to miss him if he never goes away. Word, Ms. P. Word. The Dolt stutters and stammers and makes to leave, but pauses to stare once more into the closet. Piper arches a brow, and, admitting she understands that what she's about to say sounds insane, hesitantly asks if he's been hearing phantom infants that morning. Relieved he's not going nuts alone, the Dolt confirms he has. "Maybe we just regret never having children," Piper sighs before adding, "Why didn't we?" "We both wanted them," shrugs the Dolt. "I guess it just wasn't meant to be." Um, hello? Alonso What's-Your-Face who wrote this evening's script? Yeah, over here. If all memory of The Done One has been erased, then they never had children because Piper's insides are a rocky place where the Dolt's seed could find no purchase. Come on. That's a criminally easy bit of continuity you could have slipped into the dialogue at this point, and it would have made this memory-wiping scenario that much more believable. How much do they pay you for this shit again? Rrrgh. Anyway, Phoebe calls down from the attic. The Dolt offers assistance, but Piper frostily reminds him that they have a new Whitelighter before spinning on her heel and heading upstairs. Snap! The Dolt pouts. Shut it, git.

Up in the attic, the three ladies compare notes on everything they've forgotten from the previous day and realize that something demonic's afoot. Raige and Phoebe have composed a spell to offset their faulty collective memory, and after securing Piper's permission to cast it, Raige recites the following:

Moments lost make witches wonder:
Warlock's plot? Or demon's plunder?
If this is not a prank,
Help us to fill in the blanks.

The camera's been slowly tracking away from the women during all this, and once Raige finishes the spell, the image of the gals smears, flips upside down, and spins. When the shot refocuses, the Glamorous Ladies have magically morphed into the outfits they were wearing at the top of the hour. Piper's surprised to note rain pelting against the attic's windows. She's even more surprised when Tiny Gay Chris starts wailing far below. "Oh, my God!" Piper breathes, and darts for the stairs, followed shortly by the befuddled Piper and Phoebe.