Present Day, the current reality. February 26th, 2009. Phoebe, walks into the manor, with a baby girl in a baby carriage. She is looking very upset.

Phoebe: Hello, anybody home?

Piper (Calls out from O.S.): In the kitchen!

Phoebe: Oh, good. (Phoebe walks into the kitchen)

Piper: Hey Pheebs. Leo's getting the kids ready, Paige and Henry are on their way, and dinner'll be done in a few…

Phoebe: (She lays the baby down on the counter, and puts a bottle in her mouth) Piper…

Piper: (She looks up and sees Phoebe's in distress). Pheebs, what's the matter?

Phoebe: Piper, do you not know what today is?

Piper: (She looks confused) Ummm, Thursday?

Phoebe: Piper, today…is the day, I was supposed to burn at the stake.

Piper: Oh my God.

Phoebe: Yeah.

Piper: I hadn't realized…I'm sorry, honey. Has it really been 10 years?

Phoebe: Yup, I just…I've been just sitting and thinking all day…what if, we had never gone into the future? What if, we didn't realize that we were, you know, going down the wrong path?

Piper: Well, sweetie, that future hasn't happened, and you're not getting executed today…or any days.

Phoebe: Piper, you just don't understand…in a whole nother life, I killed a man.

Piper: Phoebe, I do understand. I stood by, and watched my sister engulfed in flames. I haven't forgotten how that felt.

Phoebe: It's just…what else did I…we do in that other future? How far did we stray? What if, you and Prue, had rescued me like you planned on? How would things have turned out?

Piper: You know, I've thought about some of those same things.

Phoebe: Really?

Piper: Yeah, I mean, things were really different in that other future. Prue was alive…cold-hearted, yes, but alive. Leo and I were divorced, and are first child wasn't born with a winky.

Phoebe: (She grabs a nearby newspaper) I just, I've always wondered…(Phoebe gasps, and is pulled into a premonition…)

-February 26, 2009. Alternate Future. Piper, awoke on the couch in the living room of the manor she had been living in, even before the womb. She found it scary, how even with living in the same house for years, things had changed so drastically. Then, a little brown-haired girl runs in.

Girl: Mommy, mommy, mommy.

Piper: Melinda, honey, sorry, I guess I dozed off.

Melinda: It's okay. (She hugs Piper. A car honks.) Car pool.

Piper: You have all your things? (Melinda runs off) (A report about Phoebe shows up on the TV.) Phoebe. Volume. (The sound on the TV gets louder by itself.)

Reporter: More news on the execution of Phoebe Halliwell coming up in just a moment. Now back to your regularly scheduled programming MTV's Real World 18.

Melinda: Mommy, I miss Aunt Phoebe, when is she coming home?

Piper: Oh sweetie, we had this talk.

Melinda: Yeah, but, I don't get it...

(The car honks again)

Piper: You're gonna be late, hurry out. (She bends over, and gives her a kiss on the forehead) Have a good day. Oh, and you're going to your daddy's house, after school, okay?

Melinda: Okay. Love you.

(She walks to the door.)

Neighbor: Morning, Piper. You all right?

Piper: I guess.

Neighbor: Yeah, with your sister, it's rough, I know. So, don't worry about your little one. I'll get her to school like you asked but uh, are you sure you want me to take her to your ex's?

Piper: Yeah, right after school.

Neighbor: So, you and him are getting along better now?

Piper: As good as can be expected. Thanks, Trisha.

Neighbor: Okay, kiddo, let's hit the road.

(Melinda whispers to Piper.)

Melinda: Don't worry, mommy. I promise I'll do what you ask. I won't use my magic again, ever.

(Piper goes outside and watches them drive off. A limo pulls up. Prue and her assistants get out of the limo. Prue has long blonde hair. They fuss over her by brushing and touching her.)

Prue: Okay, so, move my 3:00 to 2:15, and cancel my 1:30 lunch.

Assistant: Are you sure, Ms. Halliwell.

Prue: Am I ever not sure?

Assistant: That's true. Have a good day.

Prue: (To hair stylist) Hey, hey! Pull one more string of my hair, and you're fired.

Hair Stylist: Sorry.

Prue: Now, get out of my way.

(Prue walks up the stairs to the manor, and breezes right past Piper.)

Prue: Morning.

(Piper looks pretty pissed. She walks in the door and closes it behind her.)

Piper: Prue, you know, you could be a little bit nicer to your...hair stylist.

Prue: Yeah, you're right, sure, I'll give her a raise.

Piper: That's not what I meant, Prue.

Prue: Yeah, whatever, Piper. Did you make breakfast?

Piper: No, Prudence, I didn't have time.

Prue: What the hell do you do, Piper?

Piper: Well, just raise and take care of your niece, that's it.

Prue: Right, where is Mel, anyway?

Piper: School, where do you think?

Prue: Right. So, how about we go get a bite to eat, before we do this.

Piper: Alright, that's it, I've had it! Prue, you're acting like you don't even care! For months! Like it doesn't even phase you, one bit.

Prue: Piper, are you kidding me?

Piper: No, Prue, I am not kidding you! (Piper begins crying) Are sister, is scheduled to be burned at the stake in just a matter of hours, and you're acting like...like...!

Prue: Piper, I can not deal with this right now.

Piper: Screw that, Prue, what the hell is more important than our sister!

Prue: Phoebe, made this mess, Piper! She made her bed, and once again, it's up to us to get her out of it!

Piper: Well, Prue, we have to! (Sobbing) She is our sister, and we can't just let her die.

Prue: I know that, Piper! And we won't, we're going to save her.

(Suddenly, five demons shimmer in.)