Myrtle and Pandora walked along the pristine white corridors of Mutt and Jeff's company, strolling up to a red-headed woman sitting at a modern desk, clad in various shades of purple.

"Can I help you?" The woman asked in a sickening sarcastic tone.

"We're here to visit the founders of this venerable institution. Mr Mutt Nutter and Mr Jeff Pfister," Myrtle answered as she began inspecting the woman's 'office'. 

"The fine security staff downstairs were kind enough to give us directions to the correct floor," Pandora continued with an equally sickening sarcastic tone as the woman, squinting to read the woman's red name tag. "Wilhemina Venable. Isn't that a mouth-full," Pandora commented. Venable looked offended but choose not to comment back.

"The floor is the only thing you have correct. You do not have an appointment, not are you carrying a package, so you don't have any business here," Venable shot back.

"Quite right. Your employers are fortunate to have someone with your skills guarding their privacy," Myrtle sarcastic spoke, leaning over the table. 

"I don't respond to flattery."

"Nor do you sense sarcasm," Myrtle replied, pushing away from the table and continuing her inspection of the room.

"You need to turn around and go back the way you came," It was clear to Pandora that Venable was losing her patience, clearly uncomfortable with the idea that someone was challenging her superiority.

"But you need to take us to your employers before we do that," Myrtle instructed.

"Now. You might as well ask me to explain your hair," Venable spoke slowly so the insult sunk in. Pandora knew how much Myrtle valued her hair, so the young woman knew it evident that Myrtle's anger was about to show. "How did you get past security without an appointment?"

"We did something like this," Pandora spoke as she snapped her fingers. Venable's head shot down, becoming motionless.

"My hair is an eternal mystery, never to be fully understood," Myrtle spoke to stationary Venable as she snatched the red keycard from her belt. "Purple is for royalty, dear, not middle management."

Myrtle moved away from the woman, walking towards the open doorway, with Pandora following her. Before Pandora completely disappeared from the office, she snapped her fingers again, so Venable could continue working as if the entire conference never happened. 

Pandora followed Myrtle into the lab where Mutt and Jeff were talking. Myrtle walked down the steps interrupting their conversation. "Who the fuck are you?" Jeff asked before his gaze travelled up to the young woman behind her. "Pandora? What are you doing here? Where's Langdon?"

Pandora simply ignored his questions and followed Myrtle to the board displaying a map of the United States. "These little symbols are Outposts for the survivors of this little holocaust you're so gleefully anticipating," Myrtle commented, staring at the symbols on the map.

"It's not little, lady. Seven billion dead in the first ten minutes," Mutt said, glancing at his best friend then at the gun by his side. "Starting with you,"

"I wouldn't do that, Mutt. You know what I could do to you," Pandora stated not bothering turning around to know what the two men were planning on doing. Using her powers, she forced Mutt's hand to release the gun and drop it back on the table. 

"Pandora, what is this? Are you against Langdon or something? I thought you two were solid, you know?" Jeff asked.

"Enough about Michael. Now, where's Outpost 3 located?" 

"Umm, It's some place called the Hawthorne School. He donated it 'cause it's underground, naturally shielded."

"I see," Myrtle said, turning her attention back to the map, pressing the symbol for Outpost 3, seeing the top name on the list was 'D. Stevens' - Dinah Stevens aka the Voodoo Queen who aided Michael in killing the majority of the coven. 

"Mr St Pierre Vanderbilt will try to purchase four tickets for himself and his family. You will accept his offer and secure him a place at Outpost 3. Is that understood?" Pandora questioned, looking between both of the men.

"There are no spaces left," Jeff countered.

"Well, make sure there are, I'm certain you know not to disappoint me," Pandora offered a twisted smile. The two men gulped and nodded.

Myrtle moved away from the board, passing the two men, with Pandora hot on her tail. "Planning the end of the world over a box of hot wings," The orange-haired woman mussed. "I suppose we must get to the most unpleasant part of our visit."

"What's that?"

"The part where we have to leave before killing you both."

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Back in the swamp shack, Cordelia sat Mallory, Coco, Madison and Pandora down on the couch, explaining what is going to happen. 

"God, I finally find my place in the world, and now it's all gonna end!" Coco sighed with grief evident in her tone. "I'm not ready to die. Oh, not to make it all about me," Pandora cracked a smile at Coco's rambling. 

"Actually, it is all about you now," Myrtle responds. "Your father will be purchasing tickets for you and your family to inhabit one of the Cooperative's Outposts." 

"Coco is the plan?" Madison asked with disbelief. "The calorie counter's gonna save humanity?" Pandora slapped Madison's arm playful. "What?" Pandora smiled and shook her head. 

"No, Pandora and Mallory are." Cordelia corrected. "Coco is going to secure her place in the bunker. We have one chance to use Tempus Infinituum. And we can't risk trying it until Mallory is ready."

"The only place where we know you'll survive is under Michael's nose. In one of his bunkers. He can smell a witch a mile away like some kind of evil truffle pig. He'll kill her before she can do anything." Myrtle continued. 

"But why Dory? Michael is definitely gonna know who she is, he's just gonna steal her away again," Madison quizzed. 

"All three witches will put under an identity spell. Pandora is going into this bunker so she can drive Michael to the point of insanity, the thought of the love of his life not recognising him will destroy him. Plus, Mallory and Pandora need each other for the Tempus Infinituum, it is for the best that they stay together until Mallory is ready."

"I'm still really confused. Why do they need each other?" Madison continued, causing Pandora to smile at her best friend's continuous questioning.

"Pandora is stronger, but Mallory grounds her. Pandora needs the support of a fellow witch to survive under the spell. Pandora almost died when Mallory left before her the last time we tried, so we must wait until Mallory becomes as powerful as Dory," Myrtle explained.

"Holy shit, you almost died?" Madison whispered to her best friend. Pandora nodded. "Fuck, I don't know what I would do without you, bitch," Madison nudged closer to Pandora, grabbing her hand, as this would be the last time the both of them would remember each other for a long time. 

"You'll forget you're witches. You'll forget everything you ever knew about yourselves," Cordelia continued. "Coco, your job is to demean Mallory. Make her doubt herself in order to suppress her natural powers so that no one can detect her magic. Pandora, you will stand beside Mallory, but will not contribute, so the relationship between you both is not torn when it comes to the last chance of survival, but still suppresses her powers."

"I don't think I can be responsible for the lives of seven billion people," Mallory said.

"Yes, you can," Cordelia said. "And when the time comes, you will. You'll have Dory with you, so you're not alone."

Madison, Myrtle and Cordelia all stood around the three witches and began chanting. 

"Memoria unda temporis est, memoria unda temporis est, memoria unda temporis est, memoria unda temporis est, memoria unda temporis est."

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"Hello! Driver lady, can you please put the windows up? God, I've asked her, like, ten times, and she keeps ignoring me. You're gonna have to just push lunch. It's gonna take him at least two hours to fix this Phil Spector "trial wig" look!" Coco exclaimed as she tried to tame her wild blonde hair caused by the rushing wind pushing itself through the speeding uber car. Coco was sat at the window seat, with her friend, Pandora, beside her, and her assistant, Mallory, furthest away.

"We only booked for an hour. Please don't make me call them again, Coco. Mr Gallant is the most exclusive stylist in Beverly Hills. I had to grovel just to get this appointment." Mallory pleaded.

"Jesus, Mallory, I really can't fo both of our jobs," Coco rudely shouted across Pandora. The speeding car came to an abrupt halt causing all three girls to jolt out of their seats. 

"Fucking hell," Pandora whispered.

"All right, ladies, we're here." The blonde female uber driver smiled. "Don't forget to rate me five stars. Please."

"Jesus Christ," Coco whispered as she slid out of the car. The three women rushed into the hair salon. 

"Coco, yes?" A bleached-blonde man walked up to the three women, hugging Coco then turning his gaze onto the brunette stood beside Coco. "Welcome, and who is this?" 

"This is my bestie, Dora," Coco introduced. Pandora politely smiled at the stylist. 

"Lovely, lovely. Now, I'm always thrilled to meet my newest muse."

"I'm gonna need you the clear your afternoon, have you seen my head?" 

"Oh, honey, a thousand apologies, but my afternoon is spoken for, and I never cancel on long-term clients," Mr Gallant apologised.

"Well, charge me double, and consider yourself on retainer," Coco handed Gallant her credit card with a sly smirk, which Gallant gladly took.

"So, who do we have to blame for this?"

"My crosshairs are on the literal worst uber driver in SoCal," Coco seethed at the thought of the blonde driver.

"I'm not gonna lie, she did a number on you, but it's nothing my avocado-based moisturizing milk can't fix," Gallant began running her fingers through Coco's hair before turning his attention to Mallory. "But I'm sorry Coco, I'm not gonna be able to work my magic with this little church mouse hovering over my shoulder."

"That's my assistant, Mallory, who should be getting me my hazelnut macchiato at exactly 120 degrees."

"Sorry, Coco. Ten minutes," Mallory rushed out of the hair salon. Gallant turned his attention to Pandora.

"And you, Miss Dora, can go have a sit in the seating area, there are some juicy magazines over there. I highly recommend The Rolling Stones mag,"

"Alright, see ya in a bit, Coco," Pandora smiled toward the friend and the stylist before walking off to the couches that were located away from the rest of the salon. 

When Pandora sat down, she noticed a mirror beside her and quickly checked to see if her hair looked presentable after the horrific drive there, and thankfully it wasn't too bad. Pandora sat down and glanced over at Coco to see her flirting with the guy sat next to her. Pandora frowned at the sight, she didn't understand why men were attracted to Coco, yes she was pretty, but after seeing the way she treats Mallory, it's disgraceful. Pandora pushed her negative thoughts away, believing it was just a case of jealousy as he had never experienced love like Coco had.