In Finding Love I always give advice to people trying to find their way in love. We feel that our life does not continue on if we never find it. Rejection and selection are the main things we suffer from in the race of love. What if it wasn't us that created obstacles, what if it we because we didn't know the truth?

Phoebe stared at the blinking marker on her computer screen. That's all she could think of, but nothing else. She leaned back in her chair and stroked her chin, tapping the end of her pen on the notebook that was scribbled with notes from dinner with Dr. Neville. She could remember the look in his eye when he tilted his chin and gave her a certain look. Phoebe couldn't analyze that look, she didn't have any premonitions so she got nothing off it. It didn't evoke suspicion, but she felt like it implied she was supposed to know something. Paige walked in and sat down at the table with her, taking a quick look at the notebook. Phoebe pulled it away

"Hey, Hey." Phoebe said, hiding the book from her sister. Paige looked at her and crossed her arms, she wanted details, clearly.

"Well considering, you're all tied up with Darren I was thinking I could have a chance with-." her brown eyes glanced back at the notebook. "Robert." she giggled. Phoebe opened her mouth and frowned. They had this discussion earlier with Piper, there was to be no affiliation with doctors, especially personal doctors. "I wonder if he does house calls." Paige spoke on in her own fantasy. Phoebe tuned her out as her eyes went back to the screen.

She remember his lips parting to speak and his words seemed poetic to her. "Accepting even the secrets." her fingers hovered over the key board and Paige noticed the hesitation.

"Was it something I said?" she asked. "Jeez I was just joking." she rolled her eyes.

"No it's not that." Phoebe responded, she closed her laptop and rubbed her neck softly. "It's just, how Robert spoke about love, it's like he knew that people likes us have problems due to our secret." she said briefly lifting her hand off her neck. "He said the truth to true love is accepting the secrets."

"You have that look on your face; the one that means you're thinking." Paige observed.

"It's just. Things were going so well with Darren and then when I can't go with him another amazing guy drops from the sky. It's like there's signs everywhere suddenly making me feel like there's another direction to my premonition." she explained. "It's all just very confusing." Paige nodded and placed a hand on her sister's shoulder.

"Look, just let things happen as they're supposed to. If you need to see him more let it be out of fate, not your doing." Paige said. "If Robert is supposed to be a giant part of your life, let him come to you." she was right and Phoebe nodded.

"That's a good point Paige."

The alleyway looked so small from the top of the apartment building. Peter's dark eyes lifted to the horizon, taking a brief look of the city tops and then he looked up to the sky. The wind blew his long tan jacket briskly, making it sway in the breeze. He felt a pit for in his stomach and he took a deep breath, spreading his hands out beside him. Peter had a gut feeling that he could fly. He was so sure of it he was willing to trust himself. His foot stepped away from the ledge and he let his weight pulley him off the edge of the building. The air cradled him as he fell down towards the ground, his coat swirling around him. His limbs loosely swatted the intangible environment, all he could see was the sky slowly falling away from him.

Jeremiah scrolled his mouse on the screen. "Steven, Cm'here." he mumbled waving a hand quickly to his computer. Steven walked over and took a seat next to Jeremiah.

"What?" Steven asked looking at the screen. Jeremiah pointed to the headlines of small town cnn stories. Girl Rescues Citizens from Fire Without Burns. Man Jumps Off Building and Lives. Another Mysterious Murder. Senior Football Team Pulls NFL Stunts. Bank Robbed, No Suspect Caught. All these headlines were crazy stories, most seemed supernatural. "What the hell is happening, all of these are all around the country." Even Steven's segment contributed. Elise walked by and picked up this week's paper. Her dark eyes moved to the computer her employees hovered over.

"What's going on here?" she asked. Steven and Jeremiah both looked up and shied away, thinking they were in some sort of trouble.

"It's just these stories, all of them, it's like some freak accident spread all of the United States."

"There hasn't been any demon activity." Piper announced walking into the sun room. Phoebe and Paige sat in chairs with coffee mugs. They both nodded in agreement.

"Well that's a good thing, we can finally relax." Paige praised as she lifted her hands into the air. Phoebe sipped her coffee pleasantly, but her thoughts were still caught up about Robert Neville.

"Don't you think it's a little strange though?" Piper asked, lifting her eyebrows, surprised. Paige nodded and submitted to the truth. Phoebe tilted her head in a curious manner. Something was happening and it was all piecing itself together, something the charmed ones weren't familiar with.

"What is it that's coming?" Phoebe asked, she seemed frightened.

Two rough fingers rubbed the left ring finger gently, trying to massage the pain away. He slipped on two latex gloves as he walked over to the surgical table. A corpse was set in the morgue for the man to examine. His blue hues looked at the skulless cadaver before him. Things weren't supposed to be the way they were. The man walked around the table to peer into the exposed brain of the deceased. It has been poked through and pried around like mashed potatoes. His eyes lifted to look out the barred window; darkness swirled outside, a few flashes of light followed by violent thunder. Rain didn't fall from the sky, it was ash, all of mortal's misery and pain, their burned souls, littering the ground with hell. The lights slowly flickered and then shut off due to lack of power, the man was left in the dark.

"Bachigai, that means I don't belong here, right?"

All he ever wanted to do was save her.

The boy grew on 507 Stroh Street. He knew what it was like to cry and be a child, but now he was becoming a man. Cyrus Crane stood on the field, the sun blazing down upon him, but it didn't generate heat. The rest of the team ran laps and jumped through tires. He stopped due to a sharp pain in his temple, his face scrunched in pain as the stitch spread through his skull. His nerves tingled as warm liquid dripped down his nasal across his lips. He swiped it and pulled his out to examine the crimson liquid that saturated his flesh. Cyrus was a shorter boy with dark toned skin, round square jaw, dark hair shaved close to the scalp and two big brown eyes. He was probably the smallest man on the team, but it didn't affect his skills.

Peter trotted up to him and looked at the blood. "Jesus, You alright Cyrus?" he asked wincing at the sight of blood. Peter was a 6'4 ginger, with a slender oval face and two of the most vibrant blue eyes on the planet. He was what most people called a hazardous two legs, because he was charismatic and influential without limitations. Dangerous and stupid didn't fall in his book, but reckless and foolish did.

"It's just a headache." Cyrus said lathering the blood between his fingers, it was odd to have such a bad nosebleed because he could feel it drip off of his chin. His expression frowned at the darker color and thicker texture, maybe he really was sick. He closed to eyelids and the shadow-filled face of the stranger leaving him at the doorstep flashed through his mind.