Jasmine does not own the Charmed One’s, she just writes about them.

Prologue: Prue’s shoes

“Gosh! I’m beat! Why did that labor sucking has to make me go through three sessions of shooting today? It’s true I’m one of the best but that doesn’t make me a super spinning wheel! Maybe I should give my idea of having my personal studio a roundabout thought… Shit! The icon of the dollar sign always ‘pop’ up before anything else! Man!! Wish Phoebe will graduate faster and get a high value return kinda job…”
***Cell phone ringing***
“Yeah, Prue speaking.”
“It’s me! Tell me you are heading back right now!”
“Hey, hey, clam down Piper. I recognize the way you sound and I hate it! What’s going on?”
“Some wacko demon or something attacked Phoebe and…”
“WHAT?!!!”
I have to tighten my grip on the steering wheel in case the car skidded in my panic state.
“Is she all right?! Where is she now?!!!”
“Prue, drive carefully ok? She’s with me now, nothing the worse except for some cuts and bruises when she fell into a drain…”
“A DRAIN! See you in 5 minutes!””
I hung up the phone, darted my eyes around for other vehicles, more like hoping to catch sight of any traffic cops while gunning the accelerator to it’s fullest potential… Finally, I slammed down on the brakes in my best record time screeching the car to a stop in front of our manor. An act of replay sequence, something that I was used to since my sisters love to scare me with sudden phone calls like a while ago, and it all started less than three years back. Rushing through the front door and a few more steps forward, I saw them on the couch in the living room, my youngest has her right leg propped up resting on the middle’s lap and she was completing the last phase of bandaging. I walked briskly to the table, put my camera bag down and sat beside facing them. The middle’s eyes reflected the usual look while the youngest grinned past everything like always. I took her left arm gently and examined the lacerations everywhere, an ugly scratch on her elbow had my temperature raised further. It must have been quite a tumbling she took.
“What happened?”
“I was on my way home Prue, I saw this big bad guy harassing an old lady! When I yelled at him, he ran off and I gave chased!”
“You fought with him and ended up falling into a drain?”
“It wasn’t my fault…” Phoebe had winced at me.
“Apparently he got her.” Piper said it as a matter of fact.
“What?!! Then why…”
“Exactly! I have no idea why the demon instead of using her as a bait against us, actually threw her into a drain and call it a day.”
“You guys think it was only playing with me?”
Phoebe as usual in her tension easing speech. But that earned a hard stare from Piper and me.
“Recall anyone demonic from your childhood days?” Piper challenged her. I chose to rest my case.
“I wasn’t a witch then.” Protested the youngest.
“Now you are saying.” Obviously the middle one wasn’t too happy knowing that the baby in the family was hurt, yet again. Think about it, I don’t blame her for I shared the same sentiments.
“While Piper is still at it, can you tell us clearer what really happened?”
I have to take control of the whole situation, being the oldest, that is one important task that comes with the package.
“Ok… I was on my bike, on my way home from the library…”
Despite a demon attack, trust my little sister to narrate the assault like telling us a very normal daily procedure.
“…I chased him to this drain, confronted him and meaning to give him a piece of my mind about showing some respect to the elderly when hocus pocus! He transformed! Into a demon with pointed ears, red eyes…”
“And a smiling face.” Piper rounded up the finals with a look on her face I knew was reflected on mine.
“A… a smiling face?” I was confused.
“Ya! You believe that?” Phoebe looked very eager and she was questioning the degree of her own credibility to me. I looked again at Piper, she gave me the ‘What do you think’ look. I guessed being the oldest does have it pros and cons too. How many times have I actually mention it?
“Have you guys look up in the BoS?”
“I’m too busy cleaning her.”
“And I’m still getting over the humiliating part.”
“Ok, I’ll go get the book down.” I stood up.
“You, sit here. I’ll get you some warm milk.”
That was Piper’s ever-familiar instruction to Phoebe, especially after she was hurt or down with something. I walked behind and watched as she headed for the kitchen shaking her head and letting out a long worrying sign. That’s my Piper, forever getting into hypertension mode when one of us gets hurt, not to mention it’s the youngest who held the most injury trophies. Well, who can blame Piper, she practically spent about 20 years of her growing life mothering over Phoebe and sadly enough, she is only coming 27…

Piper’s shoes

There I was, in the kitchen, preparing to bake a newly created recipe cake and Leo my man decided to give a helping hand too. I was kneading the dough when Leo who was sitting right beside watching in silence and passion eyes finally made his move and stood behind me. I could feel his warm manly breathe caressing my neck and his hands slowly conquering every visible inch of my arms as he made contact with his, slowly moving downwards and finally entangling his fingers with mine. While our hands worked together on the dough, Leo began dropping small kisses on the side of my face, I could hardly concentrate but I chose to ignore him instead. He wasn’t about to give up then. He knew my weakest spot and he started nipping at my ears, making inaudible but soft and pleasant sound, enough to make me response in fits of giggles and short outbreak of laughter. He is always good at doing that, it never fails to send the message through… Luckily my sisters weren’t at home that time of the day, I won’t want them to tease me a whole week for re-enacting a scene right out from the movie ‘Ghost’, where hunky Patrick Swayze and cool Demi Moore were having ‘fun’ with molding clay, whereas in my situation, Leo and I were kneading dough. Well, theoretically it’s the same as it did lead to something for the both of us… actually almost. You see, I simply couldn’t resist the temptation of tasting his honey lips and I turned my head slightly to an angle to meet up with his growing hunger for a love assurance. We bit our lips, locked our tongues, real hot and wet… Leo stopped abruptly. He tilted his head sideway and looked upwards. I knew what that means to my exasperation. A few seconds later, he looked into my eyes with an apology.
“They are calling, I got to go.”
“Are you sure they never intrude into our private moments?”
I intentionally showed my displeasure to a higher level.
“Nope. They always appear to me in thoughts, never in actual presentation where you can see them.”
“And I’m suppose to say that is fair?”
My husband just shrugged his shoulders in response.
“Arghhhhh… go! But be back real quick! Ok?!!”
I made my desperate point loud and clear. Leo smiled boyishly in understanding, planted a lingering kiss on my lips having me craved for more as he orbed out in his favorite white lighter’s way.
“Ohhhh…. I hate it when he does that to me.”
On second thoughts, I smiled and touched my lips, the thought of the to be continue scene replay in my mind, or actually I set my fantasize gear in motion. Leo never stops when he started something, especially like the one earlier unless it’s urgent duty call. Besides, the wild fire inside us needs to be doused before it got out of control. Alas, the flames never danced any higher. The kitchen door opened and guessed what I saw. My young sister looking messy, dirty, hurt and was hobbling towards me, a look on her face told me ‘Oops, sorry, I messed up again’. I felt the color drained from my face, all excitement lost and I rushed to help her to the couch at the living room. After a brief account of what happened, I speed dialed for Prue, expected her sudden outburst and display of anxiety while all along, Phoebe looked so helpless and innocent sitting there, guilty that she has caused another upset moment in our lives. Waiting for Prue wasn’t that longer as I believed, so I proceeded to do what I was second best in, after my gourmet skills, that is playing paramedic. Less than 5 minutes later, we heard it. The familiar screeching of car tyres outside our front porch.
“That’s Prue! Wow! She broke her previous record Piper!” exclaimed a still jovial Phoebe.
I rubbed my temples. One accident-prone and pocky-nose sister is a hard task on hand already. Another stubborn as a mule and reckless like a drunk added to my head and heartache list. Phoebe was right about Prue breaking her record this time, and next time, she will break the record of having the most summons between the two of us. All attribute to the love of a sister. 10 minutes later after Prue was fed with Phoebe’s encounter of the ‘smiling’ demon, she headed upstairs to get the BoS, while I decided to fix some milk to calm my little sister’s nerves, actually more like for me instead…

Phoebe’s shoes

The last thing I was hoping, that Piper won’t turn me into a ‘mummy’ with all those bandages. She hasn’t watched the movie ‘The Mummy’ I think… I know I took quite a dramatic fall down the slope of the drain but hey, it wasn’t entirely my blunder! That demon was well two and a half heads taller than me and thrice my size! Seen one like that in San Francisco? Uncommon huh?! Imagine his strength must be more than the three of us combined together! I watched as Prue headed for the attic and Piper walking into the kitchen. Somehow, I felt bad about pricking on their nervous system again. Their shoulders bore enough of the burden at work and then, I have to add on to the weight. My sisters never got past the mothering phase and since the time I turned us into witches, their responsibilities have stretched to the limits and at times I wondered, what else will they do to hold me in their wings? How many times Prue has pushed and pulled me behind her back during a face to face confrontation with a demon or warlock? How many times Piper has shielded my sight from the gloss vanguishing of the dark forces? Never failed to rub my temples in case I faint from too much unholy view. And how many times have they held onto me, might it be running, hiding or even walking? I lost count. I understood it as a genuine display of their desirable affection for me, their strong impulse to protect me and they took it upon themselves to give me what I lost out from mum when she departed that suddenly… I recalled that early evening ride home. If that stupid huge demon hadn’t run, I won’t even chased him and I’ll never know his real identity, and he won’t risked getting vanquished by us now. But he has to expose his cover, I admit I was shocked, not because of his sudden transformation was new to me, more like his size posed as an intimating threat. I tried questioning him but that dumb ass demon actually gurgled in baby language and kept smiling at me. That really pissed me but I wasn’t about to go straight up to him. Despite that thinking, he came at me. For defense, I used all my martial skills I have accumulated for 2 years and… actually I wasn’t really losing. It seemed that he might be made of hard leather or something, cause he took my kicks and blows in fits of giggles and laughter. Somehow, I got even more puzzled and slowed my attack. That was one hell of a mistake I made. Before I fully comprehend the situation, the demon carried me in his hands and deposits me on top of his shoulder. I was shocked and I never stopped hammering him on his back and kicking him in front. With my position, that’s the best attack I could make out. Believe me, I screamed and yelled at him but literally, I was ignored. He spoke in a language I understood but felt funny as it registered to me like a toddler speaking. As he carried me, he walked towards the drain and I had a bad idea of his intentions. True enough, he threw me down the drain… I made that correction, he actually dumped me down the drain and I rolled all the way to the bottom. I remembered going down in just one scream. When I recovered my status and looked up, that awful demon was longer in sight. I checked myself out, luckily everything was just cuts and bruises, nothing like a heart attack for my sisters, hopefully. Cursing my breathe at the sicko demon, I spent the next 10 minutes climbing up the slope, took another half an hour to cycle slowly home, which actually judging by the distance, I always reach home in just 10 minutes. Like before, Piper nearly went into a hysteria mode seeing me in that messy and bloody state. I told her I was fine but she insisted I was not, my physical appearance was evidence enough I couldn’t hide. And like what usually followed next, she got Prue on the line and I placed my bet on how fast she could get home, secretly in mind. Then Piper proceeded to clean my cuts earning lots of ‘ouch’ from me. Who said it was painless? Take that back!! Soon, a screeching sound was heard outside and seconds later, my oldest sister rushed in slamming the door shut behind her. Great, I got another one in tension mode again. When everything was exchanged and made known, I tried to ease their anxiety by keeping a positive smile, but looking at their faces, I knew the verdict even before the trial began. They were going to make the demon pay for hurting me, bad choice demon, bad choice…

Some time later, Prue had brought down the BoS from the attic and spread it out on the table in front of them. They have been searching and flipping but nothing was registered of a ‘smiling’ huge demon. Just when the older sisters had their patience ran it’s course, Leo orbed into the living room making his presence known.)
Piper: Leo! Just the right time. We have a problem… or maybe you already knew about it.
Leo (Nodding): Yap. They don’t call me for petty issues. Phoebe, you need my healing?
Phoebe: No it’s ok. I can handle these minor injuries.
Prue/Piper: Are you sure?
Phoebe: Come on sisters, it’s only superficial, let me handle the pain once in a while.
Piper: Un-huh… like it is once a blue moon you got hurt.
Phoebe: Piper… (Wincing)
Prue (Shaking her head): Right Leo? Tell us who is this big demon we are up against? There seems to be no entry made about his presence before, is he a newborn?
Leo: You got it Prue, he is almost as new as a newborn and… to rectify your claims, he is of no demonic purpose.
Prue/Piper: Then? What is he?
Phoebe: Surely can’t be a mortal can he? Considering he has pointed ears, red eyes… and enormous strength.
Leo (Sitting down): His name is Groghis and he is not from our world.
Phoebe: Make sense.
Piper: Go on honey.
Prue: We are all ears.
Leo (Clearing his throat): Remember we always talk about the many different planes that exits? We are living on one plane, likewise, there are lives on the other planes too, be it of different species, dark or lighted side but sometimes, things happened and the forces of these planes crashes into one another upsetting the time scope within.
Prue/Piper/Phoebe: Oops.
Leo: Got a hunch huh… well, I was informed that this little giant, Groghis, he unwittingly stepped into a time wrap teleporting him into our world. Now he is lost somewhere here in San Franscico and the Elders want you guys to go searching for him.
Prue: What?! Suddenly we are playing the part of a tracker?
Leo (Scratching his head): Err… more like being the babysitter rather.
Piper: Excuse me?
Leo: Maybe Phoebe is more prepared for what I have to say next.
Phoebe: That he is a giant with a baby’s mind?
Prue/Piper: Huh?!
Leo: She’s right. Gorghis may be of a giant size and in actual fact, he is only 2 years of age.
Prue/Piper/Phoebe: WHAT?!!!
Leo: In layman terms, I’ll say he comes from the Land of Giants. For a 2 years old kid to be that big, you can imagine how much bigger the parents or better still, the adults on that plane are.
Phoebe (Pondering): WOW!! (Older sisters looking at her) They must be way damned too big! I wonder how their… (Older sisters hit her on her head) OUCH! What?!!
Prue: No dirty thought here.
Piper (Nodding in agreement): Un-huh! (Leo chuckled)
Phoebe (Annoyed): What dirty thought?! I’m only wondering how their lives are like, having to live everything so gigantic!
Piper: Oh…
Prue: Ok, sorry then sweetie. (Planted a hard kiss on her cheek)
Piper (Smiling): Now I believe I understood why he dumped Phoebe into the drain.
Phoebe: See? I told you guys he was playing with me.
Prue/Piper: Yeah yeah, we know that now.
Prue: So I suppose we are to help send him back after we found him right?
Leo: Yes and be prepared for the possible danger ahead.
Piper: Warlocks or demons?
Leo: Probably both sides.
Phoebe: Why?
Leo: To add to your problem, this Groghis? He is of no ordinary giant. He is the offspring of the leader of a major clan in that plane.
Phoebe: WOW!! You mean, he is like a prince as in our worldly terms?
Leo: Right. At this moment as we speak, Groghis’s world is at war with giants from another clan. Groghis’s side is winning but the loser decided to enlist help from another plane. Their plans backfired and somehow the negative forces in both planes overlapped, thereby creating a time hole. Groghis must have accidentally fell into it and made his appearance here in our world.
Phoebe: WOW!! And I thought giants are meant to dress in loincloth! But this one is just like anyone we see on the streets everyday.
Piper (Whispering to Prue): If this goes on, how many ‘wow-we’ will we hear from our sister?
Prue (Whispered back): I’m counting already.
Leo: We may have this wrong impression that giants are of a legendary background, as with fairies and genies. But hey, you have seen the last two, take it as a complete set now.
Prue: My, my. A giant in our plane, a giant wearing just like us, a giant that needs a nanny…
Piper: A giant that wants to play.
Leo: And a giant with bad guys on his tail.
Phoebe: You mean he’s not the only one trapped in our time zone?
Leo: He is, but your favorite enemy, the source has got wind of this special entity and they are thinking of making use of his captive as a bait to get Groghis’s plane to submit to them. Imagine if more than one plane will to come together as one, the force will be so tremendous that the Four Horsemen of Apocalypse will suddenly find their service expire.
Prue: Ok, this sounds bad.
Piper: To prevent it from getting worse, shall I say we start looking for him… I mean little giant Groghis?
Phoebe: Where do we start?
Leo: We will retrace your steps.
Phoebe: Huh? What makes you so sure that Groghis will still be lingering at the place where I encountered him?
Leo: How far can a two years old wander? He is sure to get fascinated at something and by the time he is bored with it, we should be able to catch him before he runs too far.
Prue/Piper: Agree.
Phoebe: Ok, three against one, no comments.
Prue: Remember Piper? When she was two, she was curious as to whether her head could fit into the hole of the chair?
Leo: What happened then?
Piper: Well, it got through but then she was stuck at the waist.
Prue: Grams got to get Uncle Trudeau to come by and saw off the part where she could free herself…
Piper: And never had I realized how loud my sister could scream.
Phoebe (Embarrassed): Hey you guys! I was only two then, I was curious and fascinated with… All right! I agree now. Two years old does get fascinated by many things so shall we make a move now? (Wincing through her nose)
(The older sisters chuckled as the youngest sulked. They grabbed their jackets and hopped into Prue’s car, Leo tackling along.)

(Scene: Somewhere a 10 minutes usual cycling session for Phoebe from the manor, the four of them were keeping their eyes on the lookout for a huge Groghis. But he seemed to be not within scope and judging from his size, the group knew that it was no point going around searching as there was nothing visible to hide.)
Prue: Ok, where did he go?
Piper: It has been nearly two hours since Phoebe came home… you guys think a two years old can really run that far?
Leo: Maybe we should have tried the scrying.
Prue (Annoyed): You didn’t say that before.
Piper: You are the one who said he wouldn’t get far.
Leo (Shrugged his shoulders somewhat apology): Well, I… I guess I was wrong. I haven’t got a kid then…
Piper: Leo! (Protesting)
Phoebe: Hold it guys! Let’s just look in the drain ok?
Prue: What makes you so sure he’s in there?
Phoebe (Walking towards it): Never try, never know.
(The trio followed behind Phoebe who had by then stopped by the railings looking down. Reaching her side, they see what she saw. A man of huge size was kneeling by the little amount of water playing with what they believed were fish.)
Phoebe (Triumph look): See? He’s here all right. Fascinated by the water creatures within.
Piper: That’s Groghis?
Phoebe: Un-huh…
Prue: Ok… who’s going to get him to come up? Or better still, get him to listen to us?
Phoebe: After he dumped me? No way. It should be you. (Pointing at Prue)
Prue: Why me?
Phoebe: You are the oldest, the leader and obviously the fierce one around.
Prue: Wait a second Phoebe…
Piper: Whoa Prue, no heat exchange now.
(Prue was about to emphasize her point of argument when Leo intercepted.)
Leo: Let’s just get his attention first. (Looking down) HEY THERE! GROGHIS!!!
(The little giant heard Leo and immediately he looked up. For a moment, he looked lost and confused. The a smile of recognition broke out on his face and he started coming up the slope of the drain.)
Phoebe: You sure got his attention now. And he’s all yours, I’m outta here.
Prue (Grabbed hold of her collar): Stay put sister, stay out.
Piper: He’s coming up fast.
(A few seconds later, Groghis climbed over the railings and he didn’t stop. Going towards her and she backed off seeing that she was the target in mind. The other sisters tried to block his advances but he pushed them gently sideway. With a little heaved of strength, Gorghis lifted her and held her gently by his side, like a student carrying books, all the while smiling and laughing at her… or actually with her.)
Phoebe (Screaming): PUT ME DOWN! YOU… YOU SILLY BIG BOY!! PUT ME DOWN!!!
Piper (Amused): He’s… he’s really a big boy…
Prue (Amused and puzzled): And… he’s interesting in Phoebe?
Leo (Chuckling): I think… he thought that Phoebe had played with him before, in her chasing part… so now I guessed, he found his new playmate.
Phoebe (Stopped struggling): HEY YOU GUYS! HELP ME OUT HERE!! GET ME OFF HIM!!!
Groghis (Chuckling while sucking his other free thumb): Me want to play… me play…
Piper: Who says giant doesn’t speak English?
Prue: And in a very baby language too.
Leo: I don’t think we have a problem with him now.
Prue/Piper: Agree.
Phoebe (Stopped struggling again and stared at the trio): Huh? …Oh no… oh no… please don’t tell me that you guys intend to leave him IN MY CHARGE?!
Prue (Chuckling): Why not? He seems to like you a lot, and obviously he wants to play with you.
Phoebe: ARE YOU CRAZY?!!! I’M 23 AND HE’S ONLY 2! BUT HE IS ALREADY TOWERING OVER ME AND HOW SHOULD I PLAY WITH HIM? MORE LIKE I WILL BE HIS DOLL!!!
Leo (Chuckling): Calm down Phoebe, why don’t you talk to him first? If he goes to you, there must be a degree of linkage between the two of you.
Phoebe: HOW DO YOU THINK I SHOULD START THE CONVERSATION ANGEL-LIKE BOY?!!! GURGLINGIN A BABY WAY TOO?!!!
(Phoebe saw the three of them giving her a weird look and the message was clear.)
Phoebe: GOSH! YOU PEOPLE OWE ME BIG TIME! REAL BIIIIGGGGG TIME!!
(Prue and Piper felt like laughing at their sister’s sudden display of madness. It was mixed with a little desperation and fear of the giant who was young in mind.)
Phoebe (Re-composed herself): Err… hi there big guy… (Heard Piper’s giggle) PIPER!!!
Piper (Chuckling): Oops… sorry… (Nudged at Prue who was trying to suppress her laughter)
Phoebe: GEEZ!… Groghis? (Looking up)
Groghis (Cocked his head sideway looking down at Phoebe): Call me?
Phoebe (Smiled nervously): Yes! I’m calling you! Good boy… look, my name is Phoebe…
Groghis (Grinned widely): BEE! BEE! BEE!
Phoebe: Ok, that’s close enough. Err… Groghis? Can you put me down first? Down boy, just put me down.
(For a moment, they thought Groghis don’t understand. Then slowly, he set Phoebe down nicely on her feet and she backed off towards her sisters but they pushed her forward.)
Prue: You’re doing good Pheebs, keep going.
(Phoebe turned around and glared at them, but they feigned innocence. Phoebe made a grunting noise, rolled her eyes and turned back facing Groghis. He was still standing there grinning widely at her. Phoebe pondered over what to say and while looking on the ground, she absentmindedly scratched her head. Groghis did likewise but Phoebe didn’t know, except for the group behind. Phoebe really didn’t what to do. She threw her hands up in defeat and started pacing up and down hands at waist trying to figure out a way. The out of the corner of her eyes, she noticed Groghis doing what she was doing and she stopped abruptly staring at him. She looked back at her sisters when she heard them giggling…)
Phoebe: Is he following what I am doing?
Piper (Chuckling): He’s quite an imitator.
Prue (Chuckling): You just solve the problem of making him understand.
Leo (Chuckling): Phoebe, play ‘follow the leader’ with him. Have him follow you home, then we can start things from there.
Phoebe (Dropped her head): Great! ‘Follow The Leader’…
(Looking back at Groghis, Phoebe for once found it amusing, that he has his head dropped and looking at the ground, like the way she did before.)
Phoebe (Smiling): Hey Groghis! (He looked up eagerly) Want to play with me?
Groghis (Jumped up and down): Play! Play! Wanna play! Wanna play!
Piper (Covering her mouth, hiding her betrayal of amusement): Oh my… he is really a baby with a giant heart.
Prue: Can’t disagree with that.
Phoebe (Reached out for his hand): Come on, come with me. I have just the right place for us to play.
Groghis (Holding Phoebe’s small hand): Bee play? Bee play?
Phoebe (Started heading for home): Yes yes, I will play with you. Just come with me first, ok?
Groghis (Following): Bee play. Bee play. I like Bee play. I want Bee play.
(The three others followed behind.)
Prue: It’s getting dark… Leo, you go with Phoebe. Piper and I will drive back and get whatever possible ready first.
Leo: Sure, no problem. We will sure to take some time walking home.
Piper (Kissed her husband): See you later honey… oh, and don’t lost the kids. (Chuckling)
(Prue and Piper left for the car and Leo hurried to catch up with Phoebe and little Groghis…)

(Scene: Halliwell’s manor, living room. Prue and Piper have come home in just less than 10 minutes and right then, they have the BoS spread out on the table in front of them.)
Prue: “The Door To The Rightful Plane”. (Finger tracing the words of incantations as she read in mind, finally stopping at the bottom few lines) Ok, we need to fix a potion to open the door.
(Prue heard what her sister was telling her…)
Prue: Do we have all the ingredients?
Piper: We never run out of stock remember? Since you know?
Prue: Right. This job should be easy then. We made the option, chant the spell and Groghis will go back to his world as quickly as he made his appearance known here. So long Phoebe brings him back.
Piper: The talk of our sister, I wonder how she’s doing? (Walked to the window)
Prue: I never thought Groghis had wanted to play with our sister in the first place. All those kicks and punches she gave him must be like tickles and teasing. That explains why he reacted so enthusiastically at the sight of Phoebe…
Piper: PRUE! Get your butt here quick!
Prue (Rushed up to the window alarmed): What?!!
Piper (Chuckling): Look…
(The two sisters looked out of the window. What they saw, they started laughing. Somehow, either Phoebe must have convinced him or Groghis must have done it voluntarily, for the 23 years old was sitting high on the 2 years old giant’s shoulders, with Gorghis holding onto her legs in case she fell. Leo was walking beside and as one and a half head shorter, he looked like another ‘child’ looking high up at his ‘sister’ being carried by the ‘father’ in envy. Apparently, Phoebe seemed to have