Penthea sat in the passenger seat of Porsche's car fidgeting nervously. She rubbed the top of her left hand with her right and then switched it. Her empathy was out of control again. She could almost hear what mom and Aunt Phoebe were talking about. "Porsche, I don't know if this is a good idea. Mom's going to be really upset with us. And Aunt Piper is going to blow. Literally. Maybe we should just let it go...?" But they all knew it was too late for that. They had to get it out. They should have done so in the first place! "Are you ready to go in, Por?"