Raige flies down the stairs and stalks through the main floor, calling for The Sole. She uses those white bolts of light to grease both a mirror and a framed photo of Phoebe and Cole. As the charred remnants of the photograph float to the carpet, her eyes light up with a realization. A dark smile crosses her lips as the scene cuts to the hotel room of Phoebe and The Sole. Raige must have been up in that damn attic for an awfully long time, for Phoebe and The Sole have already done the deed and are now munching on potato chips in bed. The Sole's even had time to shower, and I must admit he's looking mighty fine in that white towel of his. Raige orbs in and vanquishes a section of the wallpaper. Phoebe, shockingly, quickly realizes that Raige must be infected with one of those power ball thingies she's heard so much about lately, and attempts to calm her down. Meanwhile, The Sole slyly retrieves Phoebe's vial of the potion from her purse and lets it shatter on the floorboards. Raige keeps lunging at The Sole, shouting, "He's evil! I have to stop him!" Phoebe's had more than enough and calls out for the Dolt, who orbs in with Piper. I'd mention their leis and the coconut-shell cocktails, were those items not so trite and so very tiresome. Oops. Raige's eyes flip shiny-beetle black as Phoebe struggles to restrain her. Piper grabs a candlestick and beats Raige over the head with it. Raige drops to the carpet, unconscious.
The Dolt kneels at Raige's side and applies the tingly touch. It of course heals her head, yet for some reason she remains unconscious. Piper asks for the remaining vials of potion. The Sole's sexy, white-toweled self is "forced" to admit that they've both been broken by the unconscious loon on the floor. Piper assumes that Raige's earlier warnings about The Sole were merely the early symptoms of infection. She beats herself up about that for a bit before Phoebe runs her hand across Raige's cheek and announces, "She's burning up." If they don't come up with another way to extract the demonic power from Raige's body, she'll die. Glycerin wells in Phoebe's eyes as she insists that "this can't be happening again." Well, sure it can, if you've had Rose McGowan fired while we weren't paying attention. Phoebe turns her glycerin-streaked visage to The Sole, begging for something -- anything -- that will save her sister. The Sole looks guilty and depressed. He sighs that if they can capture another Corporate Nazi, they might be able to convince him to remove the ball from Raige. He asks the Dolt to orb him into the underworld alone. Phoebe and Piper insist that they all will go, despite The Sole's warnings that the Ps powers might not work in Hell, thereby leaving the entire party defenseless. Phoebe streaks off into the bathroom to get dressed as Piper and the Dolt hoist Raige's lifeless body from the floor. The Sole sits alone, brooding and such.