It's a games room. Brightly decorated walls, toys and games littered around, a few chairs and a big sofa. It's a sunny day out the window. Piper recognises this as being the box room from her bedroom redecorated.

::Piper and Melinda appear.::

::Melinda doesn't bat an eyelid at the new developments and goes to play with colouring pencils and paper, sitting at a small child's desk and drawing.::

::Piper watches her daughter with a mixture of sadness and warmth. But where are they and how did they get here?::

(The box room... we're gonna make it a nursery for Melinda when she's born.)

::She looks around. Is this the future?::

"I'm drawing you, mom."

::Melinda looks up and beams at Piper, then returns her attention to her art.::

::Piper can't help but be enraptured by Melinda and moves behind her, crouching down so she can give her girl a sideways hug.::

"Yeah?"

::She looks down at the drawing.::

"Oooh, it's good!"

::Melinda grins at the compliment. The drawing before her is, for her, an exact likeness of her mother. Spider eyelashes and all.::

(What's going on?)

::Piper strokes Melinda's hair gently, amazed at the thing she created. No. What she's going to create. She keeps trying to tell herself that none of this is real, but her grip on that notion is slipping away. She's wanted this little girl for years and years...::

::Melinda finishes drawing Piper and then starts drawing her dad. Leo is a bit taller than Piper and has a big goofy smile.::

"Aww, is that your daddy?"

(In the other future, Leo and I weren't together...)

"Yep!"

::Melinda smiles and then draws herself in the middle, holding onto both of her parents' hands and with a similar smile to her father's.::

"And here's our house."

::She starts drawing the manor, using a pink pencil.::

::Piper watches this, frowning momentarily.::

(... we should really consider repainting the house...)

::Melinda finishes up with a big, smiling sun and then gives the drawing to Piper.::

"For you."

::Piper gets tears in her eyes, unable to really understand how she feels. She takes the drawing wordlessly, then manages to mouth a silent 'thank you' to her daughter. She loves her. She loves her so much. She doesn't want this moment to end.::

::Melinda's innocent smile shows her completely oblivious to the emotional power that Piper is currently experiencing. She pushes the pencils and paper to Piper.::

"Now you do one for me."

::She hops off the chair and jogs over to a mirror, finding some face paints and starting to paint her face. She sings cheerily, some nursary rhyme type things.::

::Piper watches Melinda for a moment before turning her eyes to the blank paper. She can't draw for hell, but hey. Her rendering of their family is still better than Melinda's! She really concentrates on it, wanting her baby girl to be pleased with it. So she draws big obvious smiles too, and love hearts between all of their heads to show that they love one another. Once she's finished, she chuckles.::

"Okay, sweetie. I'm done."

::She looks up.::

::Melinda turns around. She's painted her face to look exactly like Majora's Mask. She grins sickly.::

::Piper's mouth falls open in horror.::

"..."

::She gets up and rushes over to Melinda, looking for something to use to wipe her face clean.::

"No, Melinda, you..."

::Melinda looks upset.::

"What?"

"Not like that, honey."

::Piper shakes her head and finds some tissues. She moistens them with saliva and wipes the face paint from her daughter's face, smearing all of the colours together to get rid of the disgusting visage.::

::Melinda looks upset.::

"What?"

"It's a bad picture to put on your face."

::Piper remains looking calm as she continues to wipe off her daughter's face, but her heart's pounding twenty to the dozen.::

"But it's Majora!"

::Melinda protests, not understanding.::

"Majora's bad."

::Tears spring into Melinda's eyes. Why is her mother saying this?::

"Come here."

::Piper pulls Melinda into a tight hug, trying not to cry herself.::

"It's okay. I love you."

::Melinda wraps her arms around her mum, sniffling into her shoulder. She holds on tight, feeling safe despite just getting a telling-off.::

::Prue suddenly walks in.::

"Piper."

::Her face contorts into an expression of sorrow when she sees what's going on.::

"... Piper..."

::Piper turns and is hugely relieved to see her sister.::

"Prue! What's going on? Did you defeat the mask?"

"Mask?"

::Prue looks confused, then resumes her previous expression.::

"Piper, what're you doing?"

::She indicates Melinda.::

::Piper gets up and looks confused.::

"... what do you mean?"

"Piper, we've been over this. It's best if you don't get too close to her?"

"... what?"

::Piper blinks.::

"Why?"

(What is with her?)

"You're just gonna make things harder for yourself."

::Prue looks sympathetic now.::

"Sweetie, I know how difficult this decision has been... but the world is at stake."

::Piper feels herself starting to get very, very anxious.::

"Wait. Stop right there. What decision?"

::Prue falls silent.::

(She's gonna make me say it?)

"You know what."

::Piper grits her teeth, frustration growing.::

"Why don't you enlighten me?"

::She sounds tense and annoyed, though she's just scared.::

"..."

(...)

"The fulfilment of the prophecy..."

"Prue, I am gonna smack you if you don't tell me what's going on!"

::Prue's mouth opens for a while as she thinks of what to say.::

(She must be in denial...)

"Phoebe was right. You shouldn't be at the sacrifice."