Racing to find a place for my soul ... Or at least a place that's less familiar

After gaining Wyatt's reluctant assistance, Phoebe had come back to her rooms yesterday afternoon and took a shower. She then cleaned the rooms very thoroughly and did laundry -- and how did her bra get up there? After doing all of that, she had passed out on the couch in the main room.

Today, she had moved the table and couch back so that there was a nice clear area in the main room with which they could work.

Hopefully, she'd be able to use the spell to go right to Cole and find out what was going on. She knew that Wyatt was worried that the voice she was hearing could be a trap, but she really didn't think so. She knew that it was Cole reaching out to her. Their souls had always been linked, so if he was in need of help, why wouldn't she hear him?

She laid a pillow on the floor where she would cast the spell -- no reason to give herself a concussion when she left her body -- and paced as she waited for the others to arrive.


[[OOC: For blessed_twice and futurebucs_star. That Phoebe had visitors is okay for broadcast. What they did or spoke about? Not so much.]]