All Phoebe knew was, she had to get out of that diner. Too many people, too many negative emotions. People yelling, fighting, going back and forth talking. Over emotional people, causing her head to just about explode. She needed to think, and there was no way she could do so with the babbling space guy, the upset mum and her equally upset kid, and the furious brothers. Never mind the guy with the Louisiana accent. Made her want to go find some gumbo or something...or a book on voodoo.
As soon as she'd confirmed who everyone was (no one she knew, that was for sure) and that there were definitely no burgers or shakes in the kitchen, she made a run for it. Of course, not entirely literally. She wasn't exactly dressed for running, after all. A night at P3 and a morning jog were two entirely different kinds of dress. But she wandered. Forests didn't scare her. She could always pull out a spell if needed, and it made sense that civilization would be on the other side. So she dove through, swatting at the occasional branches, and pausing every once in a while to try and feel out people. Oddly, though, she didn't even feel animal life around her. It just felt...empty.
But then she hit a clearing, and found a man leaning his head against...nothing. Complete emptiness. That was an awkward posture. Until she got closer. And saw her own reflection in the...glass. The crazy space guy was possibly more right than even he knew. They were trapped. Behind glass. Like the hamster she had wanted to get Wyatt until Piper had put her foot down. "What the hell is that?" she blurted, unconcerned if the man in front of her even noticed.