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

Phoebe hadn't been able to call sooner because Grams and Prue were making sure she was resting and that nothing was going to happen to make her shatter. No matter how many times she had reassured them that she was okay and not made of glass, they insisted on keeping a close eye on her. While she was feeling safe with their love and protection, there was one person she really needed to talk to... a voice she needed to hear.

Slipping away from her Grams and her sisters, Phoebe went to take a hot bath... and grabbed her cellphone.

Taking a deep breath, she dialed a number.


[[OOC: For demonbelthazor. Post may drop off as network at the track thinks it's a Yo-Yo or maybe a slinky. However, I needed a break. :)]]