Phoebe Halliwell juggled the bag of groceries as she unlocked the
door to the manor home she shared with her two sisters, Piper and Paige,
and her brother-in-law, Piper's husband, Leo Wyatt. The couple had finally
taken their long overdue honeymoon on a seven-day cruise in the Bahamas.
This left Paige and Phoebe at home for some sisterly bonding and Phoebe was
really looking forward to the time she was going to get to spend with her
younger sister. She had decided to stock up on plenty of fatty, caloric
snacks for them to pig out on during their movie marathon.
Phoebe slammed the door shut behind her and began to walk towards the kitchen. "Paige!" she shouted. "Paige? I'm home!" She dropped the paper bag on the counter and spotted a note. 'Oh, she must have gone out,' Phoebe thought to herself. She reached for the note and carefully unfolded it. Her eyes quickly scanned the note, barely taking in what it said. The note fluttered to the ground. Her sister had committed suicide. 'No, it's a joke!' Phoebe thought desperately. 'She's playing a joke on me!' Then her mind cleared. This is not something anyone would joke about, especially not Paige.
Feet met tile as Phoebe rushed into the foyer and up the stairs to her sister's bedroom. The door was open. Fearing the worst, Phoebe peered around the doorframe. There she was, her beautiful baby sister, lying dead on the bed. Maybe not, she realized, racing forward to check Paige's pulse. It was faint, faint, but it was there. Phoebe took a deep breath and looked towards the heavens. "Leo!" she shouted. "Leo! It's an emergency! Leo, get down here, God damn it! Leo!" He wasn't coming. She only had one other option. One that may not work. She reached for the phone. Her head was so clouded with emotion she could barely remember what number to call. 9-1-1 her fingers slowly dialed. It ringed. 'Come on,' Phoebe thought franticly. 'My sister's life depends on this.'
Phoebe slammed the door shut behind her and began to walk towards the kitchen. "Paige!" she shouted. "Paige? I'm home!" She dropped the paper bag on the counter and spotted a note. 'Oh, she must have gone out,' Phoebe thought to herself. She reached for the note and carefully unfolded it. Her eyes quickly scanned the note, barely taking in what it said. The note fluttered to the ground. Her sister had committed suicide. 'No, it's a joke!' Phoebe thought desperately. 'She's playing a joke on me!' Then her mind cleared. This is not something anyone would joke about, especially not Paige.
Feet met tile as Phoebe rushed into the foyer and up the stairs to her sister's bedroom. The door was open. Fearing the worst, Phoebe peered around the doorframe. There she was, her beautiful baby sister, lying dead on the bed. Maybe not, she realized, racing forward to check Paige's pulse. It was faint, faint, but it was there. Phoebe took a deep breath and looked towards the heavens. "Leo!" she shouted. "Leo! It's an emergency! Leo, get down here, God damn it! Leo!" He wasn't coming. She only had one other option. One that may not work. She reached for the phone. Her head was so clouded with emotion she could barely remember what number to call. 9-1-1 her fingers slowly dialed. It ringed. 'Come on,' Phoebe thought franticly. 'My sister's life depends on this.'