Charmed

Kaela! Outside! Now!

Look, Sal, if this is about the scrambler, I called the distributor weeks ago.

I said I needed a right foot support for a 450.

Idiot sent me a left foot support in crap condition.

And then gave me attitude when I demanded a replacement.

It's not about the scrambler. The owner of the building called.

Very angry. Does not like to see his wall covered in graffiti.

Whoa! Whoa. Dude.

You gotta be careful throwing around the G word.

I mean, look at it.

The technique, the...

clever use of metaphor. This is a serious piece of art.

Kaela, I know it was you.

I see the paint on your coveralls. Spray cans in your locker.

I mean... Technically, they're cubbies,

'cause someone was too cheap to spring for actual lockers.

But, um...

For months, I see you rubbing your head. You come in late, tired.

Can't be good sniffing fumes.

It's not me, Sal.

Kaela, you're a great mechanic. No one better. But I worry.

For your own good, you got to choose.

Work for me, maybe someday even own a shop.

But you gotta stop with painting on walls.

So I quit. Sal said I could apologize to the owner of the building,

and you know, paint over it. But my art comes first.

As your cosmically assigned BFF, I support you.

But I'm concerned you have accrued a substantial amount of debt

due to prior medical complications.

-I don't sound like that. -Yeah, you do, bitch.

Okay, well, I have to blend in with the suits if I, you know,

-want to keep my job. -Mm-hmm.

Look, I get where I'm at financially and health-wise.

Life's too short.

And even if I don't, I have you to fall back on.

So I'm sweet.

Speaking of... I have something I need to show you.

What?

Surprise!

-Hi! -Come on.

Oh, hi!

Hi, baby.

You guys are so sweet.

Happy five years in remission, girl.

Batter up.

All right. Y'all are going to meet me at the bottom, okay?

Hi, baby!

Hey, can you hold this for a second?

You think you're bailing before I start doing the Brynn?

Another headache?

I don't understand why you won't go see a doctor.

For peace of mind.

'Cause if I'm sick again, I don't want to know.

It's not just the headaches.

For the past six months, I've been... I've been having these dreams.

Dreaming of, um... people that I've never met

in places I've never been. I... think I'm going crazy.

Who are they?

I have no idea.

Brynn, what's happening to me?

Look, we know you stole whatever's in the backpack, so...

hand it over, and we'll let you go.

Really?

Okay.

Take it.

Such a bad idea.

-Jordan, blade! -Got it.

Thanks. I owe you.

Maggie, behind you!

Hey, um... you want to come back to my place?

We can just hang out and talk.

Uh, yeah, sure. Be right back.

On your neck?

Luckily, I got the magic touch now.

I think you have something on your lip.

Hey, Duncan, send me home.

Quickly, please.

Oh, hold that thought.

What is that?

Oh. It's a zumbazarra.

Some demons like to snack on them.

I know, it's horrible. Especially seeing as they're super sweet.

So much for super sweet.

-Hey. -Hey.

How was your night?

It was fine. You know.

Nothing too exciting.

Same.

Well, I'm going to grab a snack and crash. I have Abnormal Psych at 8:30.

Yeah, I have to get up early to finalize the new syllabus.

See you in the morning?

Hope you said hello from me.

I do every night.

Everything quiet inside?

Yeah.

Both home, padding around the house until all hours.

Mm.

They spend all day searching for the other.

Then all night trying to distract themselves from... what happened.

At least Maggie and I are putting a dent in demon stupidity, but Mel...

I don't even know where she goes.

Any luck getting her to talk about what happened with her and Ruby?

No. She just changes the subject.

Mel and Maggie, they're a complete mess.

For everyone's sake, they need to find the third Charmed one.

If she even exists.

-The Guardians said-- -I know what the Guardians said.

But if she were all-knowing, we wouldn't be where we are now.

And your finger, what happened?

Uh... I got bit...

by a zumbazarra?

That's not likely. Zumbazarras are tame.

I didn't even think they had teeth.

Okay. That's weird, 'cause this one definitely had teeth.

You think that's something we should look into?

If you want.

So it's a pixie fledgling ceremony for my new friend, Annie.

It's a big deal. Like a quinceañera, or a bat mitzvah.

Only with pixies.

That's when they finally get their wings.

Could you do that a little bit more quietly?

Sorry. You're hungover.

Yeah.

I'll make some sopa de pollo con fideos.

You don't need to keep taking care of us, Josefina.

That's what family does, prima.

And I'm going to stay until you and Mags are okay again.

Speaking of... Morning.

Yeah.

Pixie Fledgling ceremony today.

Mel's totally going to rally and go. Right, Mel?

Hey, Josefina, can I talk to Mel... a second... alone?

Sure.

And would you turn down the music?

I gotta go get ready. This hair isn't going to fix itself.

If this is about you and the apartment again...

A unit finally opened up at Northgate.

It's like the perfect size for me, and I'll have a view of the woods.

-I just need someone to co-sign the lease. -So you're taking off?

Mel, this...

this isn't working.

Believe me, I know.

You've looked into the lineage of every witch on that board.

Gone through Mom's old letters to see if we have another secret sister.

Yes, that. But also, us.

Something has to change.

Just like that?

Like you said.

Something has to change.

Well...

Thanks, I guess.

She didn't even fight for me.

Time for some demon ass-kicking in...

Mexico City.

What the hell?

Seriously?

Philadelphia?

Bring it on.

Mel? What are you doing here?

And what was that smoke?

It's nothing. I-- I realized I'd forgotten my jacket somewhere.

And I went to grab it and go home, but...

Where are we?

Philadelphia. I was trying to go to Mexico City, but the board sent me here.

That doesn't make any sense.

You should go home.

By home do you mean Vera Manor? Or that crappy apartment in Northgate?

-Seriously? You want to do this here? -I don't want to do this at all.

Maggie! Look out!

Are you crazy?

You're lucky I installed new brakes! I could--

It's you.

Maggie, look.

How do you know about that symbol?

Wait. We need to talk--

Her? I mean, do you really think...

That would explain why we both ended up in Philadelphia.

Like some magical fate brought us here.

You saw the lightning.

The same as when it happened to us.

Okay. Great time for the clutch to go.

What the...

Whoa...

We need to get her back to Seattle,

explain this all, like Harry did with us.

I'm not saying we tie her to a chair in the attic,

just, like, a gently forced trip.

Pretty sure that's the definition of kidnapping.

Well... whatever it is,

we may have lost our chance.

If someone slipped me acid again, I swear to God...

Oh, no.

This is what I've been seeing in my dreams.

We should have never left her alone.

She needed a minute, Mel.

We don't have time for that.

We need to figure out who she is and what the hell is going on.

Mel. Look.

Okay, we go back to the command center.

Tell Harry, Jordan, and Josefina.