Kitchen. Phoebe trails the Dolt over to the sink, demanding to know what Piper said about her. The Dolt waves his hands around dismissively. Phoebe gets a glint of realization in her eyes and warns him to take whatever Piper tells him with a grain of salt, because sometimes her "medications" make her say silly things. "Don't worry, though," she adds. "Her shrinks are on it." Should I? I should: Shut up, Phoebe. And shoot Aaron Spelling in the head while you're at it. See above and connect the dots for a reason why, and don't bother with the stroppy emails decrying my lack of sensitivity for the psychologically disadvantaged. Piper telling the Dolt that Phoebe's a lesbian? Fine by me. Questionable tactic, certainly, but not beyond the pale. Phoebe retaliating by claiming Piper's psychotic, as if the two were in any way equivalent? Uh-uh. No way. Go to hell, Phoebe, and be sure to take Aaron Spelling and Brad Kern with you. Connie Burge can stay. For now. Phoebe snickers at her own audacity, then notices Aviva's jacket on one of the chairs. She picks it up, and is flung into a premonition. Prue enters her bedroom to find Aviva kneeling on the floor. Aviva hurls a fireball -- in color, no less -- at Prue's head. Phoebe comes to and gasps in horror. As the Dolt notes that Prue's arrived home, Phoebe whips around to race up the stairs.
Up in Prue's bedroom, Aviva crouches on the carpet, flame-throwing hand at the ready. Phoebe slams into the room with Aviva's jacket held up as a shield before her body. Aviva's fireball scorches the jacket instead of Phoebe's dim little head. Phoebe stomps the flaming rag out on the floor as Aviva tries to apologize. Phoebe shoots metaphoric death rays from her eyes, and Aviva scampers from the bedroom with her tail between her legs. Um, the tail's metaphoric, as well. Just in case you were unclear about that. Phoebe clenches her jaw and stares out into the commercial break.
Manor. Aftermath. Piper fetches an ice pack from the freezer for the first-degree burn on Phoebe's forearm. Insert your own "gee, I sure hope the hair doesn't grow back in all patchy or anything" snideness here. Piper and Prue offer to take Phoebe to the hospital, but she insists she's fine. The Dolt wonders how it all happened. Phoebe lies to him, claiming that Aviva had a candle lit and the jacket must have gotten too close to the flame. The gals send the Dolt on his way; then Prue asks, "Okay, what really happened up there?" Phoebe fills them in on the details, then apologizes for not heeding Prue's numerous warnings regarding their demonic houseguest. Prue accepts the apology, but corrects Phoebe on one point -- Aviva's not evil, but she is being used by an evil entity. No, Prue. Aviva is evil, and must be destroyed. Trust me on this one. I'll be happy you did. The Ps head up to the attic to abuse the Book of Shadows.