Phoebe opened her eyes from another surpise nap when she heard her name called. She lifted her head to look around and froze when she saw the image of her dead sister walking in her yard. When the image started up her walk, she grabbed the athame she kept on her and threw back the blanket.

"I don't know who the hell you are or what kind of demon you are, but you will cease wearing that image right the frak now." Phoebe's voice was cold as her feet hit the porch and she brandished the athame at what she thought was a demon -- even if the emotions she was picking up were confusing.