You'd think this goes to the celler... and it does! That's not to say there isn't anything sinister about the stacks and stacks of wine there is down here - maybe it's that little door in the corner that opens to a big purple portal leading to the Source's lair in the Underworld.

::Prue hurries down the stairs and pulls open the door. Staring at the portal, she shakes her head uneasily.::

"This is gonna be interesting."

::She steps through the portal, arriving at The Source's Lair.::

::Paige hurries in and locates the portal. Her mind just pointed to her exactly where it was. She swallows, and goes through. It takes her to the Source's lair.::

::Andrea wanders down the stairs and looks at all of the wine.::

(Alcoholic bitches.)

::After a good ten minutes of looking, she spots the door in the corner and opens it. Then closes it.::

(...)

::She pulls the door open again, and sees the portal, pulsing, again.::

"..."

::She closes the door.::

"Okay..."

::Getting a wine bottle, Andrea decides to test the portal out. She opens the door and inserts the bottom of the bottle through the purple waves. She waits, then pulls it back out. It's intact.::

"Hmm."

::Gritting her teeth, Andrea breathes in slowly.::

(It's safe. If it wasn't, it wouldn't be here. In the basement. With spiders.)

::Heart beating hard, Andy dips her toe into the portal before yanking it back out again. She's okay! Relief moves her closer, and she tests with her hand next. She wonders where it comes out. Finally, she bites the bullet and sticks her head through, careful to hold on. She finds she's somewhere she totally recognises; a disembodied head in The Source's Chamber.::

"Oh, fuck yes."

::She goes.::

:: Azura knows how Andrea escpaed now, it's one of the things she searched for when she last attacked her. She's feeling lethargic now, fuzzy, very fuzzy. Stumbling to the door she basically falls through it to The Source's Lair.::

::Phoebe runs down the stairs and finds the room empty.::

"..."

::Frowning, she turns and goes back to the dining room.::

::Prue's gaze sweeps around the room in case Paige is waiting for her. She doesn't see her, so runs quickly through the door and into The Source's Lair.::

::Andrea trips down the stairs and looks around uneasily. It's pretty cold down here and the wine is tempting.::

(It's like in Neighbours with Paul and Rosie. Except my girlfriend is single and there's nobody here to get off with.)

::She looks at the wall.::

(Except that spider.)

::She shrinks away from the minuscule creature and looks uneasily at the door. She walks over and pulls it open, then closes it. Then opens it again and stares at the violet portal. And then closes it. She closes her eyes and sighs.::

(I'm about to go into the Underworld. Is that what you want?)

(Obviously I am not in the Underworld, Andrea, so there is no need. Why must I go? If I do not want to there is no point in forcing me.)

"Blah blah obviously."

::Someone doesn't like Azura's tone, but Andrea feels guilty now. Her friend has reason to act how she does.::

(Because we need you.)

::She taps the wood of the door lightly.::

(I need you.)

(I do not care!)

:: If Andrea were smart about this she would remember where the most isolated place in the mansion is. But Andrea isn't smart...::

::No, she's not. And she winces at the psychic shouting. It kinda hurts a little. She opens the door and looks at the portal.::

(I'm going.)

(Fine.)

::Andrea breathes quickly and closes her eyes, groaning.::

"This is the stupidest thing I've ever done."

::She pauses.::

"This year."

::And just like that, she steps through the portal and into The Source's lair.::

::Andrea falls through the door and lands on the cold, hard floor. When she cries out from this, she manages to spit blood everywhere. Her whole face burns with throbbing pain. She dreads to think how she must look. She can't believe she survived. And she can't believe there's no sign of Azura. Tears draw lines through redness and grime on her face and she forces herself up. Hopefully the others aren't looking for her. Maybe she can get cleaned up and they won't know. She staggers on her way to the stairs and takes about three minutes to do a ten-second task. She remembers where a bathroom is and goes.::

::Luke's eyes widen when he arrives at the cellar, admiring the wines racked throughout the room, seeing Andrea's blood but not thinking too much of it after what he's just gone through at the concrete slab formerly known as Halliwell Manor. He browses them until finding one to his liking and orbs out to some arctic location to submerge the bottle in glacial-temperature water to bring it to a nice, chilled temperature.

The whitelighter returns a couple of minutes, shivering from the coldness of the aforementioned climate and uncorks the bottle, taking two conveniently-placed glasses and pouring it in so that he can sip from one of them to have a nice preview of the beverage. He uses his powers to sense Sharon's location, which so happens to be in the kitchen and he orbs there with the glasses and bottle.::

"Here we are."

::Luke says to Sharon as they rematerialize.::

"Wow."

::That's a whole lot of wine.::

"Really..."

::Sharon lets go of Luke and walks over to a rack, gazing over the bottles and noting their years. It's impressive.::

::Luke smiles at Sharon's amazement and walks towards her, sipping his wine.::

"I take it you're a wine enthusiast?"

::Sharon nods slowly and picks up a bottle that's so covered in dust the name is hard to read.::

"If the world wasn't ending I might have attempted to make off with all these... I wonder why this was necessary. I can't imagine they drank much as the Source."

"At least not this much, at any rate."

::Luke takes another sip from his glass.::

"Just because the world might be ending, doesn't mean that you can't make off with it."

::He looks to her meaningfully, hoping she's caught on the same track of mind as he is. Another sip enters his mouth to hint her in on this devious plan.::

"There wouldn't be much point. I woudn't be able to drink all of it in time."

::Sharon puts down the bottle and gives Luke a rueful smile.::

"We can always try. Between you, an Irish woman and myself, a rich Texan, I think we might be able to manage."

::Luke thinks over what he said and appears to be moderately embarrassed.::

"Unless the Irish drinking stereotype is an unfounded one, of course... and if it, then just forget what I said."

"Stereotypes always stem from some form of truth."

::Sharon smiles.::

"I always imagined rich Texans enjoyed spirits more than wine."

"Oh, of course we do. I just don't like limiting myself."

"Good for you."

::Sharon sighs and turns back around to lean against the rack, before sliding down it and sitting gently on the floor.::

(I can't keep this up.)

::Luke joins her on the floor, being careful not to spill the remnants of his wine. He moves his wine hand towards Sharon in an offering manner.::

"How rude of me! Wanna try this one?"

::Sharon lifts her shoulders and takes the wine, having a long sip. So long it's not really a sip. She hands it back to Luke with an appreciative nod.::

"Not bad."

"I can tell."

::Luke eyes his near-empty glass with an amused grin. He reaches for the bottle and pours them some more, handing it to Sharon.::

"Thanks."

::Sharon doesn't hesitate to drain her glass. She pulls her knees up to her chest and rests her head on them, looking sideways at Luke's glass. She's not in the mood to talk.::

::Luke takes the glass and pours some more wine for him to drink, which doesn't take too long. He refills it just in case Sharon wants more.::

::She does; she drains the glass again and then returns her head to rest on her knees, wearily watching the wine swirl around Luke's glass.::

(Danny Egan... 1996, his Dad's bar. Pinot Grigio.)

::She smiles slightly at the memories.::

::There's only a little bit left in the bottle, so he just doesn't bother with pouring it into the glass. Instead, he tilts his head back to swallow the alcohol down to the last drop.::

"One down, one thousand eight hundred seventy-three to go."

::He sets down the bottle before scanning the area for their next bottle.::

"What do you have a taste for?"

"A red. An old red."

::Sharon lifts her head a little and looks around the cellar.::

"Okay; see if you can find one from... 1938."

"Let's see what I can do."

::Luke rises to his feet and starts perusing through the racks to find the requested wine.::

::Sharon grins to herself and leans back, lolling her head so it's resting on a bar of the rack behind her.::

"You know, they've probably arranged the wines in backwards alphabetical order..."

::Luke takes a more closer look at the bottles, only to realize that Sharon is right.::

"So they are."

::He's at the Pinot Noir section right now, examining each and every bottle for a year.::

"Ever went to Napa Valley?"

::Sharon shakes her head.::

"I've heard it's gorgeous. Have you?"

"I've been maybe a couple of times when I was younger, though since I started living here, I haven't had the time. I'll take you there some time, if you'd like."

::Luke picks up a bottle and finds the year on it; it's 1935. It's not exactly 1938, but even older! He takes it over to Sharon, sitting back down in his spot and hands her the bottle so that she can examine the year.::

::Sharon takes the bottle in both hands and pushes herself up a little so she can read it.::

"1935..."

::She shakes her head and swings it back towards Luke.::

"No can do!"