"Nope. Not a single thing." At least not a single thing that reminded her of home. When Phoebe mentioned the book, a slightly sheepish expression crossed over her features. "Yeah ... about that. You know how you have your phone with you because it was on you? I was touching the book when this place pulled me here and well, I have it with me. But I don't think it would be any help," she continued on. "Not even if we had the Power of Three. We can only go back home when this place wants to send us back." She explained.
"Hey!" Her words were mostly a token protest, even though there was a small twist of her lips, the amusement was obvious. "You shouldn't talk, missy. You were a blonde." The closest Paige had ever gotten to that was a brief stint with strawberry blonde and that was still not exactly blonde. Not to mention, while Phoebe's hair tended to-over all-stay brunette, her sister had experimented with more different styles than she had.
"Something like that." Paige answered, as she did exactly as ordered. To lead the way. Talking hold of her sister, she orbed them to building, before leading the way into it, past the lobby-"I'll give you the grand tour after I fill you in." Paige said, looking briefly over her shoulder at her sister.-and up to Paige's apartment.