Halliwell Manor has been empty for several years. The layer of dust that has accumulated on the furniture is unpleasantly thick. There are cobwebs in every corner, waiting to spring themselves on an unsuspecting visitor. The rooms smell musty, like a waterlogged library. Though the garden shows signs of maintenance, the interior is oppressively lifeless. Without people to fill it, the house has become a shadow of its former self. Underneath all of that, the place is the same as the sisters remember. Halliwell Manor looks like home.
Although they haven't been allowed to go further in, the triplets can see the woman's body. She appears to be no different than any other dead woman, and any further details are obscured by the people and the walls between them and her corpse.
Fernanda tries to focus on the sight of the dead woman and... reach for whatever power she can get.
She sees the coroner, examining the body. He pronounces the death as resulting from smoke inhalation from an accidental fire.
"Well, that was a interesting and morbid sight. Lan, do you want to start cracking the 'skyclad' jokes? I can reply with 'I show you mine if you show me yours'."
"I'd never forget that, Trixie."
He runs ahead of them, hoping to avoid her retaliation.
"Okay, so it's not anything positive, it's not anger, it's not sadness...what about fear? Think about something bad happening to me. Do you remember when I showed up here with bruises all over my arm, and I tried to pass it off as a fight gone bad?"
"This is bullshit. This should be working, we've covered everything. You have to run out of emotions eventually!"
"Yeah, guess not."
He leans back.
"I think I need to sort out a couple of things in my head, and I've tried everything that seems obvious to me. Can we just...sit quietly, for a while?"
Lan: is hugged.
"We didn't catch any killers today. I think we needed the full triplet power."