A/N: Hey! This fic is the Sequel to "Breaking Point." It takes place ten years after BP ended. So say, for time period purposes that it's Season 2 or 3 of Charmed. Lol. Prue, Piper, Phoebe. Leo's in it, obviously, and the girls know what he is. That's about it, I think.

Some of the first chapter is more like a recap and intro. So bear with me.

Enjoy and please review!

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Piper sat on the steps of Halliwell Manor as she had that morning ten years ago when she had finally come home from Los Angeles Psychiatric Institution. Her memories of that night were fuzzy, at best. She couldn't remember much. She remembered coming home that night and the next morning, sitting on the porch like she was now.

"Hey."

Piper looked up to see Prue walking down the steps to sit beside her – just like she had ten years ago.

Piper stared at her wrists, which had scars on them from cutting. Prue glanced at them, too, saddened by the memories they brought. She could only imagine how Piper felt.

"That was a long time ago, sweetie," Prue said gently.

"I know," Piper replied. "But I still think about it a lot. It was horrible. They keep you under lock and key. You can't even wear your clothes. They put you in these hospital gowns. The sessions with the psychiatrist are torment. You get escorted everywhere-"

"But your home now. Have been for a long time. And you're safe," Prue added. "You haven't cut again since you went there. You've recovered – physically, anyway."

Piper nodded. "I'll never forget that place, Prue. Never."

"Let's go inside and get some breakfast, okay?" Prue helped Piper stand and they walked inside together. Prue used her power to shut the door.

In the kitchen, Prue already had coffee brewing and eggs scrambling. Bacon was on the table along with a bottle of OJ.

"You were busy," Piper said with a smile. Usually she cooked every meal.

Prue shrugged. "Decided to help you. Besides, you've got to get down to the club today, remember?"

Piper nodded solemnly. "P3 officially opens this weekend. Friday night at nine. That's only three days from now."

"It'll be fine. People will love the place," Prue assured her. "In the mean time, I have to get to Bucklands early today. We have an auction to prepare for tomorrow." She paused. "Will you be okay?"

"Of course," Piper said forcefully. "Where's Phoebe?"

Prue shrugged. "Not in bed. Which surprises me. She's usually eating breakfast while we eat lunch. She left a note saying she had to do something and she'd be back later."

Piper nodded.

They ate breakfast, mostly in silence. When Prue's plate was empty, she put it in the sink and grabbed her bag and keys.

"I'll be back late. Save me some dinner," Prue said.

"Alright. I'll see you later," Piper replied, taking her the last bite of scrambled eggs as Prue left. The front door slammed and the car left the driveway.

Piper cleared away the mess from breakfast. The house was quiet now, something she wasn't used to.

The memories of her days in the Institution refused to leave her, and if she stood around any longer doing nothing, she'd freak out. She had to do something.

She grabbed up her car keys and bag, left a note for her sisters, and left. She wasn't sure where she was going, but she ended up in the heart of San Francisco – to her, at least. Golden Gate Park held dear memories for her. Sitting on the bench, basking in the cool breeze coming off the water, soothed her.

Watching people walking around, she wondered if they had a care in the world. She saw couples picnicking, kids playing, dogs chasing Frisbees. Several people walked by her, but none looked at her or sat. Until one woman walked over, looking slightly timid.

"Is this seat taken?" she asked politely.

"No," Piper said, scotching over.

The woman sat, but instead of opening a book or magazine, she stared at Piper and Piper stared back.

Piper frowned. "Do I-"

"-Know you?" the woman finished.

They stared at each other a long time. But it gave Piper the creeps. Something felt weird.

Without another word, Piper stood and left the park, getting back in her car and driving away.

The woman remained on the bench, staring into space with an odd look on her face as if relieving a memory.

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Later that night at the club, Piper waited around for the deliveries she was expecting; plates, glasses, ice, food, etc.

But her mind kept wandering back to the park and that woman. What was it about her that had given Piper the chills?

"Hey."

Piper yelped and jumped around.

"Leo!" she cried, hand over her heart. "You scared the crap out of me."

"Sorry," he said sheepishly. "Just wanted to pop in."

"Well I'm still getting used to your orbs, so give me a-" Piper paused. Her eyes went blank and she stared into space.

"Piper?" Leo asked, worry etched on his face.

No response.

"Piper!"

"Orbs . . ." Piper said softly. "She could orb. You were there-" Piper gasped, couched, and shook her head. "What just happened?"

Leo frowned. "I'd like to know the same thing. Are you okay?"

Piper thought hard to remember the memory she had just experienced. But she couldn't.

"I guess," she replied softly.

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On the other side of town, Paige Matthews was thinking of the brown haired woman in the park. She had gotten chills. And then she'd spaced out and had a – what was it? She knew it was some kind of memory, but she wasn't sure what it had been off.

Hours after pondering this, Paige fell into a deep slumber. But was awoken, drenched in sweat, just forty minutes after falling asleep. She's had another memory.

At the same time Paige had awoken, Piper had awoken to another memory.

But neither could remember what it was they had seen. And both fell into an uneasy sleep as they tried to figure it out.