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

After Lana and Marie left, Phoebe sat on the couch without saying a word. She just stared down at the floor for a very long time. She was blinking back tears and she had her arms wrapped tightly around herself , her nails were digging into her arms.

Possessed. Possessed for as week.

She felt cold and sick all at the same time.

Briana was carefully searching the rooms of her host. Phoebe and Cole kept a very clean set of rooms, but she was having a very hard time finding what it was she was looking for. The fact that there were two obnoxious cats who kept hissing at her and wuldn't get out of her way wasn't helping matters.

"Damn it," she cursed. "Where the hell is it? She's a witch. All witches have a damn book of spells. Where is hers?!"

She needed to find that book and see what kind of knowledge Phoebe Halliwell had so she could access it better and use it to their advantage.




[[OOC: For he who knows who he is. Squirrels, so very NFB, thanks.]]