Prue: So maybe we should take shifts waiting for Phoebe outside the bookcase. I mean, we've been pretty safe there so far.
Malcolm: I'll take the first shift.
Prue: I had a feeling you would.
(Malcolm leaves the room.)
Piper: What? What is it? What's wrong?
Prue: I've been thinking about that witch who cursed Malcolm into the painting. I mean, it takes a lot of time and a high level of magic to create this world. Seems like an awfully big spell just to get revenge over a bad break up.
Piper: I agree.
Prue: And it was almost impossible for us, the Charmed Ones no less, to get that message on the window. Yet Malcolm, an art historian with absolutely no powers, was able to escape fireballs and those blades, to get his message on the window. I mean, I don't know, Piper, it just... Something weird about all of this.
(They hear a noise outside and a cat meows.)