Phoebe lay awake in her bed unable to sleep. She was thinking about Cole. He had been on her mind a lot lately. Ever since she saw him a year ago after her sisters vanquished her thinking she was Imara, she had thought about him off and on, but lately it seemed to be constantly.

She then, as if all of a suddenly, wondered if he was there with her right then. She wondered if he was always there. She had to speak with him; so she decided to call him to her.

She sat up in her bed and turned on the lamp beside her bed. "Spirit from the other side, Come to me, I summon the, Cross now the great divide," she chanted quietly. Then, in a swirl of lights, Cole appeared. He was lying there beside her on the bed. His arms were resting behind his head, and he appeared to be sleeping.

"Cole," she said his name softly. He opened his eyes and saw that she was actually speaking directly to him, and she could see him.

He sat up and questioned, "Pho-Phoebe? What's going on?"

She didn't seem to show any emotion and simply answered, "I summoned you."

He nodded, "Ok, but why? I—"

Phoebe stopped him by saying, "I've been thinking about what you told me. I believe you're right. We are bonded to each other."

He nodded, "And?"

She couldn't believe she was saying this, but she truly believed it, "We're not going to be able to move on from each other."

Cole stood up and walked over to the window, "I'm not able to move on, but you still can. I know you can. Drake helped prove to me that you can. I mean, you've been married, so I know you can move on."

"That's not what I'm saying," she told him, standing up and walking over to him. "You're not understanding what I'm trying to say."

Cole looked down at her. She was so beautiful, and even though she had changed some during the last few years, he could still see that beautiful younger woman he fell in love with. He wanted to touch her, and, even if she wanted him to, he knew he couldn't.

Phoebe looked at him, "I'm going to do anything I can to bring you back."

He was still very confused. It was her who had vanquished him, and now she was talking about bringing him back. He must be misunderstanding.

"Why?" he asked. "So you can vanquish me yet again? I don't know about you, but I've had a little more of that than I can take."

"No, Cole," she said, wishing she could touch him to let him feel how much she wanted him to understand, "I'm going to bring you back because I now know that there is no getting over what we had. You were my greatest love, and I'm not going to let what we had just be what we had."

He looked down at her wanting to believe her. She looked up at him, wondering what it would take for him to believe her. She licked her lips, "I love you, Cole."

He looked like he was going to cry. He had never been able to show those emotions too well. He gave her the same look he gave the time he had said he loved her that brought her back from being a banshee. "I love you, Phoebe," he smiled. It had been a long time since he had been able to tell her that with her being able to hear him and also reciprocating the way he felt.

The only thing that would make this better would be for them to be able to touch. He lifted his hand to caress her cheek. The both gasped when they felt his palm on her cheek. They looked at each other with wide-eyed amazement. They both pulled the other into their arms simultaneously and began to kiss fervently. Cole picked her up and walked with her back to the bed. He laid her down on the bed and leaned in for another kiss. When their lips didn't meet, he opened his eyes and saw that she was looking around confused. He laid back on the bed and sighed heavily as she got up off the bed.

"Cole?" Phoebe called to him and he looked up at her, "I don't know where you are right now, but I've got to go. I've got to get ready and go over to the manor before I go to work. I'm going to figure out a way to bring you back. Someway. Don't worry. I'll figure something out."

"I know you will," he said, even knowing she couldn't hear him, before she walked into the bathroom to get ready. He looked up at the ceiling and sighed heavily. He knew Phoebe would be able to bring him back, he just didn't know when. He had faith now though, faith that he hadn't had in the longest time.