Piper: How do we know we're back in time? What if we just brought the past to us accidentally. We've done it before.
Prue: Piper, look around. What do you see?
Piper: A messy attic, like always.
Prue: No. Not just like always. We have a black light, a typewriter, eight-track tapes and a pet rock. I mean, we got rid of this stuff years ago, remember?
Piper: And you saw us? As kids?
Piper: This can't be happening. I'm getting a migraine.
Phoebe: Better not. I don't think Advil's been invented yet. And apparently neither has this spell. It's not in here anywhere.
Piper: But we just cast it, that's how we got back... here.
Phoebe: Yeah, well, wherever here is, it's before the spell was written.
Prue: So, there's nothing in there about how to get back to our own time?
Phoebe: Nothing. Uh, let me be the first to say we're screwed.
Prue: No, okay, at least we're alive, I mean if we stayed in our own time, Nicholas would have killed us. We barely got away as it was... is... will be... you know, I've never been good with tenses.
Piper: What are we gonna do?
Prue: Well, Grams is right downstairs, maybe we should just go and tell her who we are.
Phoebe: And say what? Hi, we're the ghosts of grandchildren future. Come on, even Grams is going to have a little trouble with that.
Piper: Plus, she has that heart condition.
Prue: Okay, fine, so we need another plan, but first we need to get out of the house.
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