Piper paced back and forth, the phone pressed tightly to her ear. An anxious frown was plastered on her face as she waited for her oldest son to answer his phone. She had waited a few days, silently debating with herself about whether or not she should say anything to him. Finally, she had decided that if she didn't say anything then she would probably explode. She hated meddling like that, but she couldn't stop herself this time. Wyatt deserved to know, and though it would be best to hear it from his girlfriend, Piper knew that he needed to know what she had seen. So she waited for her so to pick up so she could tell him.