It seemed like hours had passed as Piper and Prue drove around a few blocks near the coffee shop in search of Phoebe. Prue knew it had only been ten minutes, but it sure didn't feel that way. She cast a nervous glance at Piper, who was dialing Darryl's work number on her cell phone. Prue cleared her throat and continued to drive and look for Phoebe at the same time, until Darryl answered the phone.

"Darryl, is Phoebe there?" Piper asked, holding the phone to her ear as she stared out her car window. "Why would she be there?" she echoed Darryl, "Well, she disappeared. We can't find her anywhere." There was a slight pause.

Prue couldn't stand listening to her anymore. She tapped her hands on the steering wheel in a lame attempt to drown Piper's voice out. She was worried about Phoebe, talking to Darryl just made her disappearance seem more real then it had a few minutes ago. She stopped drumming her hands against the wheel. Where did she go? Prue thought, It's not like her to just run off. What if she doesn't come home? What would we do? It's just like Phoebe to pull a stunt like this! These thoughts continued to run through Prue's mind, making her grip on the steering wheel so tight that her knuckles started to turn white. Then Prue suddenly heard her phone click off.

"She's not with Darryl. Not that I expected her to be." Piper sighed. "Darryl said to go home incase she calls or decides to come back. He said he'd be in touch with us in a few hours. His hands are tied and since she hasn't been gone for over twenty-four hours he can't do much at this point."

Piper opened the glove compartment and put the phone back where she found it. She then leaned back in her seat and started to massage her forehead in frustration.

"That's it?" Prue asked as she jerked her gaze away from the road. "Just go home and wait?" Her grip on the wheel got tighter. "We can't just sit around and hope she comes walking through the door!"

Piper looked at Prue in desperation. "I know that, Prue. But we don't have any other options. We don't know what happened to her. We have no idea who that guy was that she just up and walked off with. We don't know anything. We could be overreacting. Or maybe she really is in trouble." She said, her voice starting to go high. "There is nothing else we can do except to go home and hope she comes to her senses."

Prue's eyes were suddenly starting to water. She cleared her throat and wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt, trying to act normal. "Nothing else we can do." Prue mimicked.

Their jeep pulled the car into the driveway of the manor; they both felt so helpless. Piper and Prue both got out of the car and slowly dragged themselves up towards the door. Prue reached into her coat pocket and pulled out the house keys. She slowly unlocked the door and they both slowly inched their way inside the house. Piper went straight into the kitchen and Prue dragged herself over to the sofa. Prue clicked the TV on, she could hear Piper cooking in the background, and she sighed. Piper had a habit of cooking when she was nervous or worried. Prue leaned back on the sofa and began to channel surf, hoping that the television would keep her attention long enough.

Hours upon hours had passed and there had been no sign of Phoebe. It was dark now and Prue had fallen asleep on the sofa watching infomercials while Piper had cooked a dinner for seven, including desert and appetizers. The kitchen was a mess; the tables were either covered with food or overflowing with dirty dishes pots and pans. But Piper didn't mind at all, cleaning up gave her something else to do; she knew she had to keep herself busy. And when she was done cleaning, she'd go get Prue and they'd eat. Eating usually takes a while, Piper thought. So that'll cover some more time I need to kill. Piper sighed as she walked towards the swinging kitchen door and poked her head out. Prue was still sleeping on the sofa. It had been a long time since Piper had seen Prue like this, usually Prue didn't watch much TV, but for the past eight hours that's all she did. Piper was now worried about two of her sisters, she hated seeing Prue like that. But there wasn't a whole lot Piper could do to help either of the situations. Well, she thought, at least I made dinner.

Prue woke up to the sound of a lawn mower next door. It was light out now and Prue could barley move. Every bone in her body was stiff; she had fallen asleep on the sofa after watching a two-hour infomercial about male hair loss. She groaned as she glanced towards the father clock. It was eight am. Prue sighed as she straightened up and slowly got to her feet. She doubted if Phoebe had come home last night, Piper would have wakened her if she had. She stretched her arms and slowly made her way towards the kitchen where Piper was sitting, drinking coffee.

"Morning, Piper." Prue said in the middle of a yawn as she entered the kitchen. Piper barley noticed her arrival. She stirred slightly and then looked up at Prue. Piper looked completely exhausted, as if she hadn't slept at all. As Prue continued to watch her sister, she doubted she had slept at all last night. Prue slumped down into a chair across the table from Piper.

"No news, then?" Prue asked, already knowing the answer.

"Nothing from Phoebe and Darryl hasn't called yet, neither of them has made any attempts to contact us at all. Darryl probably thinks we're completely overreacting, and lord knows what Phoebe's doing or where she is. She could be laying in a ditch somewhere for all we know!" Piper's voice was starting to rise; she was on the verge of a breakdown.

"It's not your fault Piper. They will both call today, you'll see. Phoebe will be fine, don't worry so much." Prue said, trying to sound firm and positive. Piper didn't respond. She had become very interested in stirring her coffee with her spoon. She had a glazed look in her eyes.

"Why don't you go to bed Piper? You look so tired." Prue said as she stood from her seat and walked over to her sister. "You need sleep. I'll go get you if either of them calls. I promise. Please, just go to bed." Prue lightly grabbed one of Piper's arms and tried to pull her up without being forceful. Piper didn't budge.

"Do I look that bad?" She finally asked after a pause. Prue smiled slightly as Piper stood. "Fine, I'll go rest. But you wake me the second you hear something." She said strongly, trying not to cry. Prue nodded and followed her sister out of the kitchen and up the stairs to Piper's bedroom.

"Do you want anything? Warm milk? An extra pillow?" Prue asked Piper as she tucked her into the bed. "I'm fine, mom." Piper responded sounding frustrated. Piper hated to be babied. Prue knew that. But she didn't care much at this point.

"I'll be downstairs if you decide you need anything." Prue shrugged and walked out into the hall, shutting the door softly behind her. She started to walk down the stairs when she heard the front door close. Prue gasped and started to run down the stairs.

"Phoebe!" Prue yelled as she stepped onto the last step and rounded the corner where Darryl was standing. Prue felt her heart sink into the pit of her stomach. Darryl stared at her for a long moment; then he cleared his throat, which made Prue snapped out of her daze.

"Any news?" She asked him; he shrugged slightly, Prue noticed that he looked tired. Darryl Cleared his throat and shifted his balance from his left to right foot, looking uneasy. "Not exactly. Sorry about just dropping by like this – I knocked but no one answered, and the door was open."

Prue nodded slightly; "I was upstairs with Piper. It's been a long night for us." She looked sideways at him "Did you sleep at all? Would you like some coffee?" she asked.

"Coffee sounds great." Darryl replied. "I didn't sleep much last night. I've been doing all I can to find Phoebe, but nothing solid has come up. Everyone I've talked to hasn't seen her for several days." Prue headed into the kitchen, Darryl at her heels.

"I take it you haven't found anything out about that guy Phoebe was with at the coffee shop?" Prue asked, sounding hopeful. Darryl sighed loudly as Prue started brewing some coffee for the both of them.

"Not a lot for us to go on. I have an artist lined up to try and come up with a sketch of this guy Piper saw Phoebe with. He's the best of the best." Prue leaned against the counter as she watched Darryl. "Do you think she'd be up for it?" he asked.

Prue looked down at her feet, "I'm not sure," she said softly. "She's upstairs sleeping."

Darryl nodded his head, "Later then." Prue started to pour the coffee into two mugs. "How do you want it?" she asked.

"Dark is fine." He picked up the coffee mug from the counter and took a few large sips. "I need to get back." He said as he took a few more gulps. "I'll let you know when something new comes up. Try to get some sleep, and don't worry, we'll find her."

Prue forced a smile, she knew Darryl was trying to cheer her up, but it wasn't working. They knew nothing about the man was Phoebe was talking to or where she went, like Piper said, she could be lying in a ditch somewhere and they wouldn't even know it.

"If she calls or comes home be sure to call me," he added as he walked towards the front door with Prue behind him.

"Of course." Prue said as Darryl opened the door and stepped out onto the porch. "Thank you, Darryl. For all you've done. We really do appreciate it." Prue added as Darryl started walking down the steps.

"You shouldn't be thanking me. I haven't done anything yet. We'll find her Prue, I promise." He smiled a small smile at Prue and then walked out to his car.

A week had come and gone and there was still no word from Phoebe. Darryl was coming up with dozens of leads with each passing day, but nothing turned out to be factual. Darryl even got several reporters interested in the case and they all put out stories about Phoebe and her mysterious disappearance. Then several news stations got involved, Piper and Prue were happy because Phoebe's case was getting a lot of publicity. They figured the more publicity they got the better their chances were at finding her. But nothing seemed to be working. Prue and Piper received bags full of letters from the community telling them not to give up hope and that all three of them were in their prayers. The community even got together and formed search parties, but everyone came up empty handed.

Prue and Piper were sitting in the manor kitchen eating breakfast; the TV was on showing the news for that day. Piper rolled her eyes as the Weather came on; she hated the Weathermen – with their fake smiles and loud clothing. At least that's what they were like in San Francisco. Piper put two slices of bread into the toaster and pushed the button down so they would start toasting. She sighed and leaned against the counter, staring at the TV screen with a bored expression. She glanced up at Prue who was reading the San Francisco Chronicle.

"Anything worth reading?" she asked her sister as she walked to the table and sat down. Prue glanced up at her with a small smile then folded the paper back up and set it down in the middle of the table.

"Not really. You can have it if you want it." Prue replied as she leaned back in her chair and glanced swiftly at the TV screen, which was still focusing on the Weather. Suddenly the phone started to ring, both sisters jumped slightly in their seats. Prue stood up and walked to the phone. Both sisters had been expecting a phone call, and it was finally here.

Prue answered the phone, "Hello?"

Piper walked over to the TV and lowered the sound so Prue could hear who was on the other line better without any distractions. She then focused her attention solely on her sister.

"I've got news, Prue." It was Darryl on the other line. Prue looked at Piper who stared back at her. "What kind of news? Good or Bad?" She asked him, her heart sinking into the pit of her stomach.

"It's Phoebe, we've found her." Darryl replied in a whisper, Prue could hear the emotion gathering in his voice. Prue cleared her throat as she turned her back to Piper.

"Can I speak to her? Where is she?" Prue asked, her hope rising. "We need to see her!" Piper ran over to Prue and stood next to her, watching her every move.

"Where's Phoebe? Is she alright?" Piper asked in a rush. "Is she there? We need to speak with her!" Piper was in tears and Prue was struggling with her emotions as Darryl continued to speak with her. Piper couldn't hear what Darryl was saying, but while watching Prue's expressions, she suddenly knew what he had told her. Tears started to stream down Prue's face and she started to gasp for air as if she had forgotten how to breathe. She covered her face with both her hands, which caused the phone to fall to the floor.