Phoebe rises into the gloom of what she believes is the actual Manor and warily calls out for her sisters. She picks her way into the parlor and bats at the light switch, to no effect. Finally noticing the flickering, blood-red light coming from outside, she crosses to the window and peers through the gauzy white curtains. Horrified by what she sees, she races to fling open the front door and scurry onto the porch. The shot cuts to reveal the miniaturized Feebs gawping at the dank, dimly lit underground chamber into which Savard had previously transported the Dolthouse. She seems ready to step onto the chamber's dirt floor when Savard suddenly squiggles in above her, lowering his foot as if to squish her like a garishly dressed stick insect beneath his boot. Phoebe scuttles back into the Dolthouse foyer and rocks around unsteadily as Savard hoists the toy house onto...a tree stump? In an Underworld cavern? Sure. We'll go with that. Stupid show. Savard pokes his ginormous face into the Dolthouse doorway and threatens, "First time's a foot. Next time? A [Flaming Ball Of Death]!" Phoebe gulps.

Meanwhile, Piper lights the gas on the center island's range to brew up a vanquish as Raige dejectedly lopes into the kitchen from the dining room. The two chat about Raige's impending date with Darling Henry, and then the two chat about Phoebe's move from the Manor and Piper's capital-I Issues with the entire situation before Fauxbe enters to blunder her way through the scene that follows, not knowing, of course, about Piper's request for the mandrake root and the wizard they're about to target and whatnot. She wades through a depressingly obvious bluff that both Piper and Raige should call her on but don't, because they're idiots, before surreptitiously conjuring a bit of mandrake root in her jacket. Rather triumphantly drawing the thing from her pocket, she smiles, "Let's go get those demons, shall we?" She then tosses it into the wizard vanquish now bubbling on the stove. The mix erupts, instantly cross-cutting to...