Piper finally whirls on her heel, abandoning the doors of the crypt to approach Rose. Her face twists in rage as she shouts, "How. DARE. YOU?" She then spins around and physically attacks Prue's plate on the wall. "How dare you leave me?" she screams, pounding with her fists. "How could you go and die and leave me here all alone?" The screams are rapidly diminishing into keening wails. "I need you," she continues, bursting into tears. "Please come back." The words emerge through shuddering sobs. Piper drops to the ground, shrieking one last time. A quick cloud of smoke rises up around her to dissipate over her head, taking with it the scraps of fabric, the liquid mascara, and the Press-On nails. Piper, restored to her usual sensibly-clad self, continues to weep on the floor. The Dolt moves to comfort her, but she remains inconsolable. There's more of her sobbing tirade as Rose moistens in the background. I won't transcribe it -- I think you have a sense of what she's saying, especially as she said many of the same things last week. I will note that, all the flawed psychology aside, Holly Marie Combs is acting the hell out of this. Then again, doesn't she always?
Manor. Night shimmers into day across the facade. In the kitchen, Piper pours herself some coffee. Phoebe enters, and ow! My eyes! Her hair's crimped all the way to Jesus, and the Fun Bags have been slung into a one-sleeved red-and-white t-shirt that came off the rack of a Godspell revival in Terre Haute. Phoebe collects a cup of her own and asks, "Did you sleep?" Piper allows that she did. Better than she has in a while, in fact. The reminisce about the late, great Prue Halliwell, then turn the topic to Rose. Phoebe notes that Rose did, after all, save Piper's life. Piper recognizes she hasn't been "the most welcoming" as of late. It's partly because of her continuing grief, but it also has to do with the unsettled nature of their lives. After everything they've been through, she explains, she finds it nearly impossible to open herself up to yet another person. "Love just feels like an invitation for more pain." Phoebe gazes silently at her sister as Piper tears up a little bit. "Sweetie," Phoebe says after a moment, stroking Piper's hand. "Maybe you don't start with love. Maybe you start with thanks."