Once the hall went quiet, it took Lucy a few minutes to gather herself enough to act.   She tried to stand, but was far too weak.  Leaning on the bed, she let out a rather weak yell.  "Piper! Piper, are... Piper!"  It was all she could manage and fell back onto the pillows until she could catch her breath.  The panic attatck had taken a lot out of her.  Whatever was in her house, it wasn't her great grandmother.<br/><br/>Then again, how sure was she that it wasn't a night-terror, an Incubus attack?  In regards to her own mental awakeness, she felt as though she were fully in control, but doubted what she saw and heard.  Perhaps if Piper could confirm she'd heard something too, she might be more inclined to believe herself.