Leo: I can't find anything.
Piper: Well, then you don't have to stay with me. Looks of sympathy are not part of your job description.
Piper: Um, why didn't your healing touch work? I mean, what, you can save a life but you can't cure poison ivy?
Leo: It's not really up to me. I can only heal when they allow me to, when I'm meant to.
Piper: Well, why weren't you meant to help me? Why wouldn't I be meant to help my sisters?
Leo: There's always a reason. Maybe you're meant to be here.
(Piper searches through the washing and finds some letters.)
Piper: Dear Sam? Leo.
Leo: What is it?
Piper: Letters that my mum wrote to Sam. I must've forgotten about them because of the powder. "Dear Sam, Where are you? It's been two weeks since you were last here and I wonder are you alright. Do they have you off guiding someone? And I wonder when they will send you back to San Francisco. To me.
Leo: Is this a…
Piper: A love letter?