(Scene opens in the entrance hall of the Halliwell Manor. At first it’s empty until WYATT and DYLAN orb in. DYLAN lets for and holds onto a coat rack for support.)
DYLAN: Next time I’ll drive here.
(WYATT laughs, shaking his head, and LEO enters.)
LEO: There you are, Wyatt. I wanna show you something.
WYATT: Can it wait, Dad? Dylan needs to talk to Chris and I.
(LEO sees DYLAN and jumps slightly.)
LEO: Oh! Dylan! Perfect! Mel’s having some problems getting the hang of her premonitions. Would you mind giving her a few pointers?
DYLAN: Well, no, but I need to talk to…
(LEO interrupts her at “I need”.)
LEO: Awesome. Mel! Dylan’s here and said she’d help you!
(MELINDA comes down the stairs and smiles when she sees Dylan.)
MELINDA: Oh thank you so much, Dylan. My teacher gave me some exercises, but they’re just not working for me.
DYLAN: I’d love to help you, Melinda, but I need to talk to your brother’s first.
(WYATT puts a hand on DYLAN’s shoulder.)
WYATT: Why don’t you go help Mel real quick and I’ll go see what Dad wants me to see. Chris is in the attic so I’ll meet you up there when you get done?
(DYALN makes a face at him.)
DYLAN: Okay. C’mon Mel. Let’s see if we can get something to work for you.
(DYLAN motions up the stairs and glares back at WYATT over her shoulder. DYLAN and MELINDA go up the stairs and into MELINDA’s room.)
DYLAN: Okay, so what did your teacher tell you to try?
(MELINDA sits on her bed and DYLAN sits in her desk chair.)
MELINDA: Well, she said what worked for her was to concentrate on a subjects essence. Then someone else in my class said that he goes to his “happy place”. Then I asked Aunt Phoebe and she said she never really got the hang of it.
(DYLAN makes a thought face before speaking.)
DYLAN: It took me a while to get a hold of my premonitions. Actually, I didn’t gain control of them until about two years ago. But what helps me is relaxing and focusing my thoughts on the subject. Not so much their essence, but just the subject in general.
(DYLAN got up ad sat next to MELINDA on her bed.)
DYLAN: Here, try this with me.
(DYLAN kicks her shoes off and sit on MELINDA’s bed cross legged face MELINDA.)
DYLAN: Sit like this across from me.
(MELINDA follows her directions.)
DYLAN: Okay, now give me your hands. Close your eyes. Take a deep relaxing breath. Good. Now, I want you to open up all your senses. Hear everything, smell everything, taste everything, feel everything… once you have those four you can see everything as well, even with your eyes closed.
(MELINDA’s expression is skeptical and her eyes open.)
MELINDA: How does this help me?
(DYLAN goes a bit limp and opens her eyes too.)
DYLAN: Because, when you’re in touch with yourself you can be in touch with anything, not just other humans.
MELINDA: But you want me to taste things that aren’t there?
DYLAN: No, I want you to taste the things you smell or hear. I want you to feel the things you taste. Once you can hear, taste, feel and smell an object without it physically being there, you can see it in your minds eye and connect to it.
(MELINDA looks at her like she’s crazy.)
MELINDA: Are you on anything?
(DYLAN laughs and shakes her head.)
DYLAN: No, but it helps me to understand why my grandmother was a major flower child.
(They both laugh and MELINDA smiles at DYLAN.)
MELINDA: Thanks for your help, Dylan.
DYLAN: No problem. That’s what I’m here for. But now, I need to talk to your brothers. I’ll talk to you later, Mel.
MELINDA: Bye, Dyl.
(DYLAN gets up and slips her shoes back on, leaving the room, heading for the attic. She goes up the stairs and walks in on WYATT and CHRIS “fighting”.)
WYATT: I still don’t have a good feeling about this.
CHRIS: It can’t honestly be that bad can it? I mean seriously, what damage can be done?
WYATT: Are you seriously asking that question, Chris? You’re a Halliwell! You should know better than to ask that!
(DYLAN clears her throat and steps in.)
DYLAN: Hey guys. I’m not interrupting anything, am I?
(WYATT and CHRIS look over at her and WYATT shakes his head.)
WYATT: No, we were just bickering.
DYLAN: I see. What’s the topic of discussion?
(WYATT and CHRIS answer at the same time. CHRIS holds out the scrying crystal.)
WYATT: Nothing
CHRIS: This.
(DYLAN looks in CHRIS’ hand and quirks a brow.)
DYLAN: A scrying crystal?
CHRIS: We weren’t bickering about the crystal specifically, just what I want to do with it.
DYLAN: And that might be?
CHRIS: Scry for at least one of the Destined.
(DYLAN looks at him like he’s crazy and laughs.)
DYLAN: Funny, Chris. What’s your real plan?
CHRIS: I’m serious Dylan. I mean, why not at least try it? It can’t hurt can it?
DYLAN: Well, no, but they might not know they’re witches, in which case scrying won’t work.
CHRIS: But if we have something for the crystal to concentrate on we have a better chance.
DYLAN: And what do you have? If you had something of theirs there wouldn’t be a point behind scrying for them.
CHRIS: We don’t have something that belongs to the Destined, but we do have something that belongs to the Power of Three; the Book of Shadows.
(DYLAN makes a slight face.)
DYLAN: Wait, you’re going to scry for the Power specifically?
CHRIS: That’s the idea.
(DYLAN starts out slowly shaking her head till it becomes vigorous.)
WYATT: Dylan. What’s wrong?
(WYATT touches her shoulder lightly. After the touch she calms down at shakes her head slowly.)
DYLAN: You can’t do that.
CHRIS: And why not? And don’t you give me the same speech about the balance that Cadyn did.
DYLAN: Fine, then I’ll tell you I’ve seen what happens when you do that and that you’d be better off leaving things be.
CHRIS: What? You saw the Destined? Or you saw us scrying?
DYLAN: I can’t answer that.
CHRIS: Why not? Dylan, you have premonitions so you can do things about the present!
DYLAN: I know, but “they” won’t let me say anything about it!
CHRIS: “They” won’t let you? Wha—That’s bull!
(CHRIS yells at the ceiling.)
CHRIS: We can’t know? We can’t be saved? You’re just going to let us all die then? Watch from up on your cloud as evil picks us off one-by-one, knowing you could do something about it? That’s just great! Let me tell you. Makes me so proud to say I’m working for you low life pieces of—
(WYATT cuts him off.)
WYATT: Chris! Shut up! You’re not going to get anywhere with them, you’re just wasting your time.
CHRIS: I know that! But it’s just so… so… so aggravating! They’re supposed to protect us!
WYATT: Yes, but they’re also supposed to protect the balance and if they think that Dylan telling us who one of the Destined is will disturb that then that’s reason enough for me not to press the matter. I won’t take part in trying to find them. Whether or not you do is your decision.
(CHRIS looks away from WYATT and is quiet a moment before getting a jingle. He closes his eyes and opens them to look at WYATT.)