Manor exterior, the following morning. Inside, Piper and the Dolt worry their pretty little heads about Phoebe and Prue. Cleansing Burst Of Synchronicity as Phoebe and Prue barrel in the front door at that moment. There's a group hug, followed by Piper demanding to know where the hell the two have been all night. Phoebe gives them a brief rundown of the previous day's events, and the four head to the attic to consult the Book of Shadows. There, Prue finds nothing on the brats, but does stumble across an entry for the Molester, who is simply called "The Ice-Cream Man." Prue reads that Ice-Cream Men are mortals, leading Phoebe to wax reminiscent about the good old days, when demons looked like demons and innocents looked like innocents. Piper wonders how a mortal can trap demons, and the Dolt guesses that the mortal doesn't do it on his own. Prue affirms this, reading from the BoS that "the Ice-Cream Man plays the Demonic Chord which is a series of notes that when sounded together specifically attract [sic] demon kids like moths to a flame." Phoebe reads further down the page, noting that The Nothing is the only agent capable of vanquishing demon brats. However, The Nothing does not discriminate between good and evil, so the demon-fried Molester is at risk for sphincter suckage.
I can't believe I just typed that. I'm grossing myself out, here.
Piper wonders how Prue and Phoebe managed to escape, and Prue explains that the Molester showed them the portal. When they tried to get back into Molesterland, though, they were unable to open the door to the truck, despite trying "everything." Phoebe reminds Prue they did not, in fact, try everything, and the vision she had of Prue and Victor is shared with Piper and the Dolt. Prue complains that even if their father is in San Francisco and able to assist his daughters, they have no way of getting in touch with him. Phoebe then drops the bomb. She's been corresponding with Victor -- her "Old Friend" from the IM yesterday morning -- all along. He's been in the city for three months, and is "an instant message away" if they want to ask for his aid. Brief bitching about Phoebe keeping this information from the others, then a debate over whether or not they should call on him. Piper voices the thoughts of all concerned when she says they have no choice, and Phoebe opens her conveniently-placed laptop to fire off an e-mail. Like they'd even have a modem line in the goddamn attic.