Charmed

I give.

Ah...

Damn, Maggie. I'm gonna have to start wearing pads.

Not bad for a beginner, right?

But remember: keep your weight evenly distributed,

and in a real fight...

Go for the cojones. I know.

Just seems like a poor way to thank you for the lessons.

I want to do this, Maggie.

After everything you've been through.

I'm fine. Really.

I don't remember much, but that Parker dude,

he was clearly dangerous.

It's a dangerous world.

But I've got this.

That you do.

Can I walk you home?

Oh, no, I'm... I'm good, thank you.

It's just down the street.

Plus... formidable. Remember?

Anyone home?

Me. Kitchen.

I boiled water. In under 30 seconds.

Personal best.

This power needs a cooler name

than molecular manipulation.

- How about... matter mastery? - Hmm.

Well, while you're busy mastering magical hot cocoa,

I am going to be kicking asses.

Today with Jordan, I could predict all of his moves.

And what were his moves, exactly?

Oh, hold on. I'm getting a vision.

You're gonna lecture me about getting too close to Jordan.

He almost got killed in a full on demon-witch battle.

Yes, I know. I was there.

Thankfully, he doesn't remember anything, except...

Parker.

I'm sorry. I know these last few weeks have been rough.

It's gonna take some time to recover.

I'm fine. And I'm not into Jordan, Mel.

Or anyone else for that matter.

This heart of mine?

Closed for business.

Now... slide me that mug.

See? Catlike reflexes.

Mm.

Maggie? Maggie!

Are you okay?

What did you see?

The darklighter.

: I think he's back.

Black amber experiment number 17...

2cc's sublingual administration.

Okay.

Let's try this again, shall we?

Come on. Come on!

Just move, you little stuffy...

Black amber gave Mel and Maggie power,

and all it's giving me is a headache.

Well, be patient.

It didn't happen for your sisters immediately,

and you do still have your demon powers,

which are pretty persuasive.

Yeah, demons can be persuasive, can't they?

Especially in close proximity.

- We found it!

The motel from my vision.

In Newark, New Jersey. It's real.

Safe Harbor Motel.

_

Oh. Well, I...

I really thought he was dead.

I was resurrected after what should have been a fatal blow;

it stands to reason he enjoyed a similar reprieve.

Unless it isn't him.

It could be someone in league with him.

The person who released him, maybe?

Well, in any case,

The best defense is a good offense, so...

Let's kick some evil ass.

I don't know if I should go.

If it is him, I, I don't want to get too close.

I don't want him back in my head.

Oh, no.

No, no, no. Um,

Mace, if you don't come along, I need a favor.

What kind of favor?

A "keeping my job so we continue to have money for food

"and don't lose access to the command center"...

Kind of favor.

Mm.

Greetings,

visionaries.

My name is Macy, and I want to welcome you

to SafeSpace Seattle,

the city's premier communal workspace.

It's a little early for questions,

but, uh, yeah, you there.

Uh, yeah. Um... let me ask you,

uh, what-what makes this

the premier communal workspace in the city?

Excellent question;

which I will be happy to answer in a moment,

on the tour. Okay, so...

Yeah. This, this is a safe

community for your dreams to flourish...

Yes? What is the Wi-Fi speed in the building?

Have they analyzed the acoustics?

Are they carbon neutral?

What is your vision, visionary?

None of your damn business!

Mm... what I mean to say,

uh, is that I am

just a, a work in progress.

Who-who wants some, some kombucha?

We have that here.

Yeah.

So, there's going to be an essay on the First Amendment

versus the Sixth Amendment:

free press versus speedy trial.

We should get into that.

Have you read up on restraining orders

- in the State of Washington? -

What does that have to do with constitutional law?

Nothing. I was...

I was just looking up something.

For a friend.

Maggie.

Jordan...

Why are you getting sucked into her drama?

I'm not getting sucked into anything.

She's my friend, Lola.

Well, your "friend" has only been trouble

since she showed up here.

I mean, you got a concussion from her crazy-ass ex.

What do you really know about her anyway?

She's a good person.

Who was in a bad situation.

Come on, where you going?

While you're busy

playing out your hero complex,

I'm gonna ace my exam.

There's a trick to it.

Don't feel bad if it takes a while to master.

I mastered gene-splicing. I, uh, think I can handle it.

It's a lot of chairs, the speaker must be a big draw.

It's Julian Shea. The new majority investor of SafeSpace.

Yeah, I know that name.

Tech billionaire and a philanthropist?

That guy.

He puts the vision in visionary.

Oh, no.

Hi. Mr. Shea.

No-no, I, I would like say, I am deeply sorry...

I'm... I'm just, I'm filling in,

I'm-I'm not a tour guide, I'm...

I'm a scientist. I-I was , I was a scientist,

and now I'm gonna shut up.

Please... no apology necessary.

The truth is, I was trying to rattle you.

I, I like to pressure test the corporate party line.

Oh.

- Julian. - Swan!

Hi, Swan.

I'm gonna need that back.

Pleasure.

So, whoever this is checked into a no-tell motel?

Are you sure this is the place, Mags?

Yeah. That's the sign. Okay.

Let me focus, see if I can get a room number.

Ugh! Nothing.

Well, I suppose we'll have to do this the hard way...

Room by room.

Harry, are you blushing?

Let's just say the occupant of that room

is into riding crops, and he's not an equestrian.

Buckle up. We've got a bunch more to go.

Harry, everything all right?

Give me a second.

This must be it.

- Okay. Let's search every inch. - But be careful.

That door was booby trapped; there might be other land mines.

: One, two...