Hell. Raige orbs into a vampire lair with Piper and Phoebe, who warily eye the bats suspended from the chamber's ceiling once they've materialized. "Now what?" Phoebe asks. "We draw out the queen," Piper duhs, unleashing her mighty Hands of Discontent upon a few of the flying rodents, even though VAMPIRES ARE IMMUNE TO A WITCH'S POWERS, because this show blows, and I want to die, but what I really want to do is get through this stupid, awful, continuity-killing scene as quickly as possible, so I'll fast-forward to the bit where the vampire queen arrives to hear Piper pitch a proposal to join forces against Zankou, whom neither the vampire queen nor the Glamorous Ladies wants to see upon the throne of Hell, or something. The vampire queen agrees to the plan far too quickly, which should be a signal to the ladies that something's not quite right with the vampire queen, but the ladies are idiots, so whatever. "Okay, then!" Raige perks. "Follow us!" After Raige has vanished through the chamber's ceiling with her sisters in a cloud of orbs, the vampire queen sneers, "Fools!" Well, yes. Yes, they are. But we've known this for seven goddamned years, you wonky-eyed asshole, so I think you can shut up now.
Nonexistent Attic. The gals orb in and immediately panic when they realize the vampire queen is nowhere to be found. Zankou, you see, received a premonition with Phoebe's purloined powers and "got to her first." He quickly smashes another vial at Piper's feet and soon enough, her powers flood from her body to join Phoebe's in Zankou. Piper, not quite buying it, tosses out a couple of tentative Hands. Nothing happens. "Looking for this?" Zankou sneers, thrusting his own hands out from his body. The resulting explosion sends Piper flying to the other end of the nonexistent room, where she demolishes yet another set of priceless antiques with her ass. Raige and Phoebe scamper over and orb out with their slightly injured sister. "Why didn't you kill them when you had the chance?" KHAAAAN! demands. "Because," Zankou snarls, "I don't have all their powers yet, dumb-ass."
Not!warts. The gals orb in and ease Piper onto a sofa while Raige bays for the ever-useless Elders. "They're not coming down," Piper sighs, drawing a bloodied hand from the fresh wound on her shoulder. "We're on our own now." "Yeah, and two powers down," Phoebe needlessly reminds them. The camera tracks past her to pull in tight on Raige, who takes a deep breath and exhales it with, "Something tells me we're not getting out of this one, girls." Piper gapes as Phoebe flares her nostrils right into the commercial break.