The sound of her phone ringing woke up Penny. She reaches blindly for it, knocking over a lamp in the process. "Hello?" she answers groggily.

"Hi Bestie!" responds Amy before she begins talking a mile a minute about something or other. Penny doesn't really know, at some point she began to space out as she remember what today is.

Those four years ago still haunt her. Her eyes tear up at the memories that rush to the front of her mind. She clears her throat before with the most even voice she could muster says, "Hey Amy, I'm really sorry to do this to you but, I'm really not feeling well right now. How about I call you tomorrow and we can hang out then," and without waiting for a reply she hangs up.

She pulls her knees up to her chest and barriers her head in her arms. The tears flowing freely now. Oh god. The memories hurt more than any memory should. It's as clear as it was four years ago.

Her and the sisters are there. She tried so hard to talk some sense into Christy. No matter what she said Christy wouldn't believe her that the Triad was just using them. She killed her sister, oh god she had killed her sister.

With that thought she began to sob even harder. No matter how much she attempts to convince herself that she had done it for the greater good, and done the right thing she still isn't totally convinced. How is killing your own flesh and blood a good thing?

On the other hand she can examine it rationally. She knew she had really lost her sister when she was originally kidnapped. They probably spent years brain washing her so in the end, really there was nothing she could have done.

This same internal battle rages each year. Let her emotional side or rational side win? But one thing was for sure, she didn't think she could ever handle looking the Halliwells in the eyes again. To them family was everything, they had all lost a sister themselves. But she had killed her sister, they must think horribly of her.

She didn't stick around long enough to find out that's for sure. Honestly if she had stayed she would never have been able to erase any degrading look they would have given her. So four years ago instead of staying to face the music she ran. She chose a new life over one where the future was full of people who would never look at her the same.

She knows she has work in a few hours and can't go in looking like a total mess. She slides her feet into a pair of slippers before shuffling through her cluttered apartment and heads toward the kitchen. She pours herself a large glass of whatever cheap wine was at the grocery store and grabs the ice cream carton that already has a spoon in it.

She's shuffling toward her couch when she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were brimmed with a bright red and looked incredibly puffy. Her face had turned splotchy from all the crying.

"Billie pull yourself together! Eventually you will have to get over this." She says to herself. Attempting to give herself a pep talk.

She pulls a cloth out of the cabinet and soaks it in scalding water before placing it gently on her face. Within an hour her face and eyes are back to normal.

She checks her watch and realizes that she should probably get ready for work. It does take a while to look this good.

She takes a quick shower, coming out feeling refreshed. After her usual morning ritual she throws on her uniform.

With one last glance in the mirror and a fluff of her hair she exits her apartment. She is immediately met with the commotion of her most of the time highly annoying neighbors.

"Penny!" Leonard says surprised to see her, Amy had told them she wasn't feeling to well.

"Hey guys, what are you doing?" she asks perplexed as to why all four of them were outside the apartment.

"Well, Sheldon here is getting interviewed by some newspaper." Leonard says. Penny just nods.

"Yea, its like San Francisco's biggest Newspaper, maybe you have heard of it-" Howard says but before he can finish Sheldon cuts in, "Oh don't be absurd Howard, Penny doesn't read."

If it had been anyone else she would have been offended but come on it's Sheldon, he's walking joke. "Please continue Howard." Penny says even though the guy gives her the serious creeps.

"Well, the Bay Mirror is coming here. They are a little short staffed right now so their usual scientific reporter won't be coming. Apparently though the woman that's coming is some sort of self help writer. Her name's Phoebe something."

"Phoebe Halliwell." Sheldon supplies. In that instant Penny's world begins to collapse around her. She stops breathing for a few seconds. What were the chances? Now her two worlds are going to collide and there is nothing she can do to stop it.