Halliwell hallway. The Ps burst through the door still in their cocktail dresses, with sneakers on their feet. Ha ha. Not. As Prue lays down the plan, Piper notes how cold the house is, and Phoebe points out the open windows. They sprint up the stairs and into the attic to discover Cole, still passed out on the floor. The two triangles of silver lamé that barely cover the tips of Prue's breasts look like the pasties on a low-rent Reno stripper. Piper and Prue restrain Phoebe from rushing to Cole's aid, with Prue noting it might be a set-up. Cole comes to, and Phoebe rushes to kneel at his side and cradle his head in her arms. Prue blurts out, "What are you doing here?" Cole tells them he noticed the front door and windows were open, and entered the house to see if the sisters were safe. Rising to his feet, he asks Prue to explain the grid. "It's a trap," she spits back accusingly, and we cut to the four heading down the front stairs. Phoebe apologizes profusely to Cole, explaining that in the wake of the earlier break-in, Prue panicked. Cole tells her to can it. The grid is the equivalent of having a loaded shotgun with a trip wire pointed at the front door, and is thus illegal. He threatens Prue with arrest, and with her stony silence as a response, she dares him to do so. Piper wonders why an intruder would turn on their air conditioning as Cole stomps out the front door, trailed by a pissed-off Phoebe. Prue watches them go, her angry boobs struggling beneath the straining lamé.

On the front porch, Phoebe apologizes again, and Cole tells her he's "just glad it wasn't [Phoebe]" who zapped him, then takes his leave. Phoebe turns to re-enter the house, and finds a florist's box leaning against the doorframe. She picks it up and storms back into the hallway, bitching at Prue. "You didn't catch a demon," she accuses. "You nearly killed an assistant district attorney." Demon paranoia rears its ugly bald head yet again. Prue questions Cole's uncanny ability to show up at the house every time the sisters are in demon-induced danger, but Phoebe refuses to entertain the notion that he might have been sent to kill them. "Is everyone a demon now?" she screams. Well, no, Phoebe, but Cole sure as hell is. And a damn good-looking one at that, I might add. Why can't I see him shirtless? Piper interrupts, noting the flowers are from Sean for Prue. Prue opens the box to find a mass of squirming maggots writhing over dead roses. Sorry. Still not as disgusting as that earlier scene. You know which one I'm talking about. Don't make me come out and say it again. Piper hustles the box out onto the porch, as Phoebe and Prue try to keep their respective dinners down. Phoebe tells Prue she's found her demon, and goes to call Darryl. Prue still doesn't think she's being harassed by a human, however. Her instincts are never wrong, she insists, but Piper tells her to wake up and smell the maggots. "There are other evils in the world," Piper says. "And some of them are even human."