Phoebe approached the closed door and pressed her ear to the wood. She heard someone crying, and slowly opened the door.

"Piper?" she asked cautiously.

Piper looked up from the picture in her hand and glanced at Phoebe with red eyes. She turned towards the window, avoiding Phoebe's eyesight.

"Honey. Can't you talk to me?" Phoebe was hurt that Piper wouldn't talk to her.

"No. I can't." Piper shoulder's started to shake as she started to cry once more. Piper stood up and stood at the window, her stare lost in the setting sun. Phoebe turned to walk out the door, when Piper's voice stopped her.

"I don't get it. Are we cursed? Why does this always happen to us? Piper cried out as she sunk to the floor, pulling her legs close to her chest. She sat there rocking for a minute before Phoebe came up behind her and sat down next to her.

"Oh sweetie. We are not cursed. It just happened. I didn't want it to, but it did." Phoebe didn't think she sounded very sympathetic, so she tried again. "Paige… Paige was doing something great when she…when she…"

"Died." Piper interjected.

"Passed away." Phoebe corrected. "She loved being a witch. She loved to save innocents, and she loved being a sister. There was nothing in the world she'd rather do then save someone." Phoebe knew that Paige would be like a Prue to Piper. In her heart forever, and irreplaceable, even if some else came along.

"But it was all my fault. Paige died helping me help you, not some stupid innocent!" Piper yelled, flinging her arms in the air, causing a flower vase in the corner to blow up. Phoebe grabbed Piper's hands and held onto them as she let Piper continue. "Why didn't I listen to Leo? If I did, Paige wouldn't be gone, and neither would Leo!" Piper yelled.

"Honey. Even Leo didn't know about the darklighter was going to attack. There was no way to avoid it." Phoebe's vision started to blur as her eyes filled with tears. She pulled Piper closer to her and hugged her.

"That darklighter, he had no feelings. He just shot them and watched them die in pain. If I hadn't gone to that stupid cemetery, Paige wouldn't have followed me. If Paige hadn't followed me and gotten shot, Leo would have never come to heal her. And if Leo never had to come heal Paige, he wouldn't be…" Piper's voice choked.

Suddenly, blue orbs filled the room and Piper turned around anxiously. When she saw it was only her new whitelighter Chris Perry, she continued to cry in Phoebe's arms. Phoebe motioned to Chris, who threw her a pillow. Phoebe laid Piper's head on the pillow and covered her with a blanket on the chair next to her.

"Follow me." Phoebe commanded Chris in a whisper.

Walking out the room, she turned and shut the door soundly. She headed down the stairs. When she reached the kitchen, she sat at the table, beckoning Chris to do the same. He sat.

"Chris… What's going to happen now?" Phoebe's eyes searched his for an answer, but all she found were tears.

"I really don't know. I…I guess I'm your whitelighter now. I always wanted to be your whitelighter, but not at these consequences. I didn't want Leo to die, or Pa…." He laid his head down and cried the tears he had held since their deaths. He hadn't cried at their funeral either, which was 2 days earlier. Chris had been the strong one, keeping the family upright. Piper had locked her self in her room when the died and only came out for the funeral. Phoebe had locked her self in the attic, desperately trying to summon Paige. All she received was her Grams. Phoebe recalled the conversation she had with her.

"Grams?" Phoebe asked hesitantly.

"Darling. How are you?" Grams had asked.

"Well, I'm better than Piper." Phoebe had responded bitterly.

"I know. You were hoping for Paige, right?" Grams asked.

"Well, I'm not going to lie to you." Phoebe said

"Honey, it was just like Prue's death. She needs to adjust, but she's fine. She has your mother, myself, and Prue. She finally gets to be with her sister." Grams said.

"She wasn't supposed to be with Prue." Phoebe had yelled as she ran out of the attic.

Phoebe got up and went around the table towards Chris. She sat next to him and gently rubbed his back. He looked up at her and rubbed his eyes, brushing away the tears.

"I just can't believe she's dead." Chris choked out. He and Paige had been dating. Thier relationship had started to advance. Piper, and her husband Leo, and Phoebe both thought they weren't going to make it. They were always fighting, or yelling at each other. "We…we were engaged. I asked her 2 weeks before… you know." Chris said.

Phoebe was ecstatic. "Oh my God Chris! That's so exciting." She said.

"Well… it was, but now, were never going to get married!" Chris yelled, pounding his fist on the table.

"I have an idea. Why don't you go talk to Piper about everything. She lost Leo. He was everything to her. Her husband, her best friend, and her soul mate. You might get through to her more than I could." Phoebe said to Chris as he got up and walked towards the stairs.

"God Paige, Leo. I miss you guys so much." Phoebe said as one lone tear rolled down her cheek.

Four blocks away from the Halliwell Manor, Shea Scotts sat in the passenger seat of the hot red Ferrari. Her boyfriend, Rhys Foster passed her a cigarette from the driver's seat. She took a hit and passed it back to her best friend, Caitlin Hayes and her boyfriend Dave Watts. They both took a hit and passed it back to up front.

"Dave! Pass me a beer!" Shea yelled over the blasting of rock music screaming out of the radio. They were going 80 now, in a 35-mph area. Dave passed her a beer and Rhys opened it for her – with his teeth.

"I love you Shea!" He shouted. He kissed her, unaware that he had crossed onto Prescott Street. The party they were going to was on the other side of town, but they had ended up, drunk, far away from any party site.

"I love you Rh…" Shea was cut short when a scream erupted from her mouth. Their car, now doing 95, had crossed into the lane of an oncoming car. Shea flung her hand backward to grab Caitlin's. She caught it and faced the back seat, her eyes scrunched together and her mouth mumbling prayers. A screech of tires and a crash of metal caused her to open her eyes, and she saw a huge Victorian house behind them. That was the last thing she saw.