Prue opens the door to find a rolled-up copy of the Herald on the front porch and wonders "when they started delivering newspapers in the afternoon." Maybe when "they" started publishing a paper called the Herald in San Francisco. Phoebe notes all the photos save one have disappeared. The one that remains is of "Claudia Gibson," the innocent from the Metro section who Ron sent the jock after that morning. Ms. Gibson is scheduled to deliver a speech on some mayoral initiative at two o'clock, which, Phoebe notes, is "ten minutes ago." The Ps quickly realize that Claudia has a bulls-eye painted on her back with Tom's name written all over it, and head off to find her. Cut to Claudia leaving her two o'clock with a couple of colleagues. She heads off on her own down the street to her car as Tom darts into view behind her. Close-up of the jock, and I'm compelled to note that he's all kinds of cute. I guess only ugly demons with British accents and unfortunate facial hair get vanquished on this show.
The Halliwell SUV tears up behind the pair, and the Ps jump out just as Tom flings a Flaming Ball Of Death at Claudia's back. Piper freezes Tom, Claudia, and the FBOD. The Ps trot over to the frozen group, with Piper more than willing to dust Tom's ass right there. Prue tells the other two that there will be no smackdowns laid upon Tom on her watch. Phoebe reminds Prue that Tom came thisclose to killing the mayor's flack. Prue: Yeah, well, he didn't. She TKs the FBOD into a parked car, where it vanquishes a tire. Prue, sweetheart, really. You couldn't have shunted it into a tree or something? Saving innocents is important and all, but you just vandalized private property, hon. Eh, whatever. The car probably belongs to some tedious dot-com yuppie anyway. Where was I? Oh, yeah -- Prue tells the other two they need to get Tom back to the manor, pronto. Phoebe and Piper look aghast at this suggestion, and Phoebe voices her dissent. Prue's not having it. She heads over to the jock as we cut to commercial. Finally.