Quickly he made the choice between saving his wife, and her sister. Even though her sister was closer to dying than his wife was, he had already seen her die once that day already; he wasn't going to lose her again. Plus his wedding ring hit the sunlight, reminding him of all that he would lose if he didn't save her. Not like it was much of an option. He wouldn't be able to live without her if she died.

Without further delay, he outstretched his hands to work his magic and watched as the blood around her disappeared. Once he knew that she was fully healed, he leaned over her and tried to work his magic on her sister. He was too late. He couldn't heal her. She was dead.

Dejected, he returned his attention back to his wife and before long scooped her into his arms once she had come to.

"What happened?"

"You almost died, but I healed you in time."

"What about Prue?"

"I-I couldn't heal her in time."

"What?"

"I can't heal the dead."

The realization hit her and she begin to cry. He continued to hold her as he cried, and stroked her hair.

"It's going to be okay." He whispered into her ear, not really believing it himself. But he had to be strong for her right now. While he comforted and consoled her, his ring continued to hit the sunlight.