@thegreatworkofmagic cont. from (X)
Prue was quiet while he spoke. She nodded faintly in response to what he said.
“You know what? I think that’s normal. I wouldn’t know from experience, but I think every new parent has moments like these. Being completely overwhelmed, worried if they’re doing the right thing. ”
She observed as she looked at their surroundings for a moment.
“But I do hope you realize something.. You’re not alone in this. You’ve got me, I just don’t know for how long.. Then there are Phoebe’s sisters. Her father. Maybe even our mom and grandmother, from time to time.”
She kept the remark that the last two she mentioned were dead to herself. Though she couldn’t shake the feeling that he must know something about one, if not both of them.
“Who will all be happy to help, whenever you need them.”
"Oh, ye--ye do think tha's normal?" He breathed out a nervous chuckle. "Tha's feckin' reassurin'." It wasn't. Not one bit. In fact, it was only even more unnerving. He was talking to a dead woman; the dead sister of his girlfriend. Nothing here made any sense anymore.
He scoffed. "Righ'...I'm gonna ask ghosts for help." Really, he was about to faint here. "Ye--ye do know how...feckin' weird all this sounds??"