Phylicia rolled over in her bed and checked her bedside clock.

'11:35. I should be getting up.' She thought to herself as she sat up in bed. Time to start my day of leisure.'

Phylicia threw back the covers and stood up and stretched her arms. She walked across her room to her door and grabbed her big comfy robe and fuzzy slippers.

'The supreme comfort outfit.' Phylicia thought. 'Pajamas, robe, and fuzzy slippers.'

'I have the house to myself for a couple of hours. Time to enjoy!"

Phylicia made her way to the kitchen. She went to the cabinet and made herself a big bowl of fruit-loops. She sat down on the couch and turned on the afternoon talk show:

"Good morning San Francisco! There has been an increasing number of violent occurrences happening in and around the San Francisco area. Many people feel that these events are due to an incline-"

Phylicia's hearing became obstructed by her chewing.

...

A few minutes later Phylicia finished her third bowl of cereal. She stood up and walked into the kitchen to put her bowl in the sink. She grabbed her coffee mug from the cabinet and set it on the counter. She filled it up with the coffee from the maker that one of her sisters had made earlier, and set the pot back on the warming plate.

She heard the commercial end on the television and didn't want to miss the program. She quickly closed the cabinet and grabbed her mug of coffee and rushed into the living room.

Phylicia didn't make it all the way out of the kitchen before she realized that her mug of coffee was extremely hot against her skin. She instinctively dropped the mug to stop the pain. The ceramic mug fell, and Phylicia's instincts kicked in again; she raised her hand and extended her fingers.

The mug halted to a stand still in mid air about three feet from the floor, the dark liquid flowing in a frozen stream from its vessel.

"Damn it!" Phylicia called out. She looked up at the coffee maker and realized that one of her sister had left the warming plate on for her.

"Thanks a lot!" She shouted as she cradled her blistering hand.

She ran her hand under some cold water from the kitchen faucet. She then reached in one of the lower cabinets and grabbed a bucket and placed in under the sustained mug. She waved her hand over it allowing time to resume once more. The mug and hot coffee landed in the bucket with no mess on the floor.

'At least I don't have to clean that up.' Phylicia sighed with relief.

She picked up the bucket and poured all of it's contents in the sink and began rinsing out the bucket.

As she dried the bucket with a towel, there was a knock at the door.

'That's weird. I'm not expecting anyone.' Phylicia walked over to the door and looked through the peep hole; all she could see was a tall man with a bald head and thick handle bar mustache.

She opened the door to see that he wore a long black trench coat with black leather boots.

"Ms. Halliwell?" The man asked once the door was open.

"Yes?" Phylicia answered.

"Patricia?" The man asked again.

"No, she isn't here right now."

"Paulina?" He spoke up again.

"No. I'm their sister. Can I help you with something? Are you a debt collector?" Phylicia asked confused.

"No. Inquiring minds want to know is all." The man said as he walked away.

Phylicia watched as the man walked down the hallway and turn the corner out of sight. She closed the door and locked it, taking care to fasten the chain.

'What was that about? Weird...' Phylicia thought.

She turned and looked through the peep hole to see if she could see the man; but she saw nothing.

Phylicia went and sat on the couch and continued to watch her television program she had been missing.

But it wasn't long before there was a nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach that she just couldn't settle. She stood up and began to pace back and forth trying to clear her thoughts.

'If he was a warlock he would have just attacked me...'

'If he was a demon he would've tried to kill me.' Phylicia continued thinking.

"He must have been something else. But what?" Phylicia asked herself as she changed direction in her pacing.

As she did the sleeve of her robe knocked a picture frame from the table near the couch. She threw up her hands to freeze the picture frame.

The frame halted just before crashing to the floor.

Phylicia knelt down to rescue the perilous picture frame.

As she set the frame back on table she felt a rush of energy behind her. She turned to see the man who had just knocked on the door standing behind her.

Phylicia straightened, but before she could raise her hands to use her powers, the demonic stranger powerfully brought his hand up and stuck Phylicia across the face.

She flew across the room hitting the wall. She slide down the wall and landed on the floor. The demon reared back charging an energy ball in his hand. Phylicia sat up and quickly hearttrailed into the kitchen. The energy ball crashed against the wall where Phylicia had laid; just nearly missing her.

Phylicia appeared in the kitchen in a pink flash.

"Don't run witch!" The demon called.

Phylicia began riffling through the drawers looking for a knife. She pulled out a chef's knife and held it tightly in her hand.
She could hear the heavy boots of the demon as entered the kitchen.

Phylicia crawled across the tile floor and hid behind the kitchen's island.

"Don't hide from me..." the demon growled.

Phylicia sprang from her hiding place;
"Ok!" She screamed as she hurled the knife at the large man.

The knife plunged deep in the demon's shoulder. He let out a low groan.

He reached up and snatched it out. He looked at the large blade in his hand with rage in his eyes. The blade landed on the floor with a loud clank.

"Damn..." Phylicia exhaled with frustration. "What now?" She asked her self.

The demon formed his hand as if he was holding a ball.

Phylicia knew what she had to do.

She reached for her empathic power ready to defend her self.

The demon threw the charged energy ball straight for her chest.

Phylicia focused in on his demonic rage and sent the energy ball flying straight back at his chest.

Electricity charged from the demon's body, he shook and convulsed before he dissipated in a puff of smoke and a hail of sparks.

Phylicia grabbed the side of her face trying to ease the throbbing pain.

"Ouch..." She whimpered.