Maybe it's a petty use for her powers --okay, fine, it is-- but that's not going to stop her doing it. She wants to see the face of the bitch who had the nerve to buy up the very last stick of her favorite lipstick from Sephora. It's a very specific shade of Fuscia and it should have been Piper's!

She lady at the shop said it had only sold ten minutes or so ago, that's not even that far into the past. It will be easy to pick up the trail. She will hunt it down and steal it back!

Piper sits herself behind a tree in the nearby park. With her back up against the rough bark. It will appear to anyone passing by as if she's just taking a quick nap. But, though her eyes are closed, she is not sleeping.

With a whisper of will, her spirit steps out of her body and into the past. About nine minutes ago. She is still next to the tree, but her body is no longer visible. Time is playing out just as it did. Just as it must and will. Piper, unseen by all (or so she thinks) makes her way back to the Sephora.

She is immaterial, incorporeal. So, when she gets to the door of the shop, she doesn't even slow down. She keeps walking right through the closed doors as if she were a ghost.