Phoebe couldn't take it any longer. What would she and Piper do without Prue? How could they go on with their sisterhood, or, for that matter, the Power of Three? She could not accept the fact that Prue was gone, it was a dream. It had to be a dream. How could she in her right mind believe that Prue had been killed by a demon, and she had not? Prue was the strongest witch in the group of them. Was it possible for her to die like this. This was too much for her. How would Piper get through this? If she was going crazy like this, how could Piper make it through? Prue and Piper had a way closer bond than Prue and herself ever did. Prue had always fought with her, they were the oldest and youngest, it was just the way they were. But Piper had known her longer, even lived with her after Grams had died. Phoebe had gone on a long search for their father, while Prue and Piper had stayed in their grandmother's house, cleaning it out, going through all of their family's stuff, all together. Without her. How she wished she could have done it all over. She would have never left for New York. She would have never gone into the attic. She would have never found the Book of Shadows, she would have never read the incantation to summon their powers. If it weren't for her, this would not have happened. If it were not for her, Phoebe Halliwell, Prue would still be alive. The idea must be going through Piper's mind too. But, she should not think like this. She was not thinking clearly to begin with. This was impossible. How could Prue be dead? Phoebe had to stop thinking about this for the moment. Getting up from her chair, she made two cups of tea. Whenever they used to be in a depressed mood before, Phoebe would be making three cups of tea to calm the sisters down. Stop thinking about Prue, Phoebe told herself. But this task was impossible. Everything reminded her of her older sister. She could not escape it, it was inevitable. Picking up the two glasses, she headed upstairs. Uproaching the door to her other sister's room, she tapped on the door. There was no answer. Phoebe did not acknowledge this. She entered the room anyway. Piper was sitting on her bed, her back to the door. Phoebe took pitty on her sister, who had not even realized she had entered the bedroom. Approaching the bed, Phoebe saw a picture of the three of them together, smiling, Prue in the middle. Her throat swole up. She could not speak. Tears filled her eyes, but she held them back. She could not see anymore, the tears were filling up her eyes, but she blinked them back, cleared her throat and said, "Piper, I brought you some tea." For the first time since Phoebe had walked into the room, Piper turned around, finally noticing that her younger sister was in her pressence. Tears were in her eyes, trickling softly down her face, turning her face red and puffy. Quite plain and simple, she made one statement to her sister. Only this one sentence was said, then she said no more. "I've had enough of this Charmed crap." Phoebe stared blankly at the only sister she had left. What is she talking about? Phoebe's mind went blank. Piper turned back around and continued to stare at the same picture she had been staring at for the past several hours. Phoebe tried for the longest time to comprehend her sister's statement, but found this hard at the moment. "What do you mean, 'Charmed crap'?"