Prue sat on the cold concrete, rocking her baby sister in her arms. She very likely might have done this with Piper back at the Manor as well, if there had been anything left of her. Tears flowed down her cheeks, but she made no sounds other than an occasional sniffle. She didn't know what else to do. She held little comfort in the fact that she had all the time in the world to mourn. Belthazor was vanquished, nothing but a black circle on the kitchen floor.

After a while, she knew she had to leave the mausoleum. She could feel the strain of her emotions combined with astral projection, and she was becoming tired. She placed a kiss on Phoebe's forehead, which was already growing cold, and then she gently laid her little sister on the ground, vowing to send Leo to retrieve her body. Prue was still not ready to let go, there had to be a way to fix this.

She returned to her body and immediately the weakness from projecting so long caused her to fall to her knees. Jenna helped her over to a chair to rest. The witch asked no questions. She could see the sorrow on Prue's face telling the entire story.

Moments later, Leo appeared in the attic. Seeing Prue sitting there in silence with Jenna, he was confused. He looked around the room and saw no one else. When he looked at Prue again he finally felt it, there was a void. He could feel the lacking presence of Phoebe and Piper, not just physically but spiritually as well : They were gone. Tears started to form in his eyes, and he approached Prue.

"What happened?" he asked, trying to control himself.

Prue opened her mouth to say something, but nothing would come out.

"The demon attacked," Jenna said. "Piper pushed me out of the way."

Leo closed his eyes. "And Phoebe?"

"I believe Prue astral projected to find her," Jenna explained. "I don't know specifically, only that she is probably gone as well."

They all remained in silence for a moment. Leo looked at Prue, trying to make eye contact. So far Prue had said nothing to him, and she had barely made any recognition of his presence.

What he didn't know was the thoughts going through Prue's mind. Thoughts of anger, regret, guilt. She knew she had to fix this. She stood and approached the Book of Shadows, ready to look for a solution. "Leo, will you get Phoebe from the mausoleum?" she asked, not looking up from the Book.

"Prue, what are you doing?" he asked, walking over to her.

"I'm going to fix this," she said. "I don't care what I have to do. If I have to go back in time I will."

"Prue, you can't," Leo said. "There's nothing to be done."

"I will fix this dammit," she said. "Because I let my guard down. I let it down and they're dead. If I had vanquished Belthazor when I had the chance, none of this would've happened. I'm not going to let Belthazor destroy this family. He's already done enough damage."

"You can't change the past," he urged. "You know that."

"No, I can change it," she said. "I can change all of it. I can keep Belthazor from ever existing."

Leo saw the look on Prue's face. It was a look of determination.

Jenna walked toward them. "How can you do that?" she asked.

"A spell," Prue said. She had a plan formulating in her mind. It would reverse all the bad things Belthazor had caused in the past year, everything. She could do it. "We did it before. We went back in time to stop our Mom from making a pact with a warlock."

"Prue…" Leo said in a cautionary tone.

"No, Leo," she said before he could finish. "Don't tell me I can't do this. I'm going to do this whether you like it or not. Piper and Phoebe are not meant to be dead. It can't end this way. I won't let it. Now go get Phoebe!"

Leo knew he wouldn't be able to change Prue's mind. He shot a glance at Jenna and then left for the mausoleum to retrieve Phoebe's body.

"I still don't understand what you're going to do," Jenna said.

"Cole was Belthazor's human half," Prue said. "He had a human father and a demon mother. If I can stop his demon mother from killing his father, I can keep him from being raised in evil. Then Belthazor will never manifest itself in this world, and my sisters will be alive. Belthazor will never be able to kill them."

"I'm sorry, I don't intend to sound like I think I know more than you, but won't that alter other events as well, causing countless events from the past to change?" Jenna asked.

"Belthazor doesn't kill anybody. I don't see how that's a bad thing," Prue said, continuing to look for the spell.

"But what if one of the people that he killed wasn't as innocent as some of the people you have saved in the past?" Jenna said.

Prue closed her eyes and exhaled. She was fighting the tears from coming. She said with a shaky voice, "Jenna, in the short time that I've known you, I've come to consider you a friend and I hope you feel the same way. So as a friend you should know that you will never be able to talk me out of doing something that deals with protecting my sisters." She looked up and made eye contact with Jenna and knew that she had gotten the message across. Then she continued looking for the spell to send her back in time.