Manor. Up in the dining room, the Dolt listens with mild alarm as Piper, Raige, and Raige's chartreuse shroud detail the distasteful mackery they witnessed in Cole's office. Raige, honey. Ditch the shroud already, will you? Please? The Dolt reveals that the ever-useless Elders have sensed an uptick in demonic activity, which They believe indicates a reorganization of the Underworld behind a new leader. This information leads to much angst-ridden hand-wringing from Piper and Raige. They mention the various demonic events that closed out last season, and worry that Cole's once again exerting undue influence over their empty-headed sister. Because nothing, I should remind you, is ever Phoebe's fault. If Cole's not making her do something despicable, the Phoetus is, and if not the Phoetus, then D'Eartha, and if not D'Eartha, then a banshee, or the Demon Of Fear, or the Nexus, or "the call of the sea," or a bad boyfriend from New York City, or Cinderella's slippers, or...you get the point. The Dolt splutters that Phoebe might have been doing something completely innocent, like trading sexual favors for information. Piper snarks, "Okay, I like the sound of that. Slutty and manipulative -- that's better than evil any day!" Don't knock it 'til you've tried it, Piper. Not that I've tried it myself, mind you. It's just that some of my best friends are manipulative sluts. Anyway, the Dolt suggests they hold off on judgment until they speak with Phoebe herself, because the Dolt is a great big gargoyle-faced buzzkill. And speaking of buzzkills, the Dolt mentions that Darryl phoned just as the much-abused grandfather clock strikes two. "Oh," Raige breathes, dismayed.