A/N: Hey guys, I know; right? Updating again so quickly after the last time...well, quickly for me anyway. I know I have a habit of letting things go for awhile in between each chapter but I really wanted to update and add to the story. The problem, as always, is that I hit a certain point and then I have an idea to complicate things immensely. I always tell myself I won't, but then I do. I can't seem to help it. I hope you like it. Please read and review.

BTW...I will be changing the name of this story when I update next time so look out for it. It came with the gigantic idea I had for this story, turning it into more than just a story about finding second chances after a tragedy.

He held his finger to his lips, motioning her to remain silent; to keep his cover safe. There was only his agenda in all of this, and he would need to work quickly and find a way to lead the witches on the path he set forth for them.

As the youngest prepared to answer the middle sister her concentration wavered and he hid himself from her sight once more. There had never been this issue when Phoebe had been alive; sure she had almost certainly felt his presence a number of times but even her psychic powers hadn't been able to break through his enchantments.

This one was stronger, and he was almost enamored with her and her abilities; obviously strengthened by her whitelighter origins.

Leo hung back, giving his superiors the privacy and space they needed to consult one another in this case.

They had discussed several scenarios and dismissed them almost as quickly as they worked to determine Prue's entrapment. Having a Charmed one in such a jeopardizing position was worrisome enough, especially after Phoebe's tragedy, but the eldest and most powerful one as the victim was terrifying. If something could hold Prue in limbo then there was no end to what they could do and the Elders were panicking.

Waiting, he heard Piper calling him. "Leo," her voice sang out and he glanced back at the group of Elders as he contemplated what to do. Seeing the discussion continue passionately, he decided to see what was happening back at the Manor.

"Piper, I have no idea what you're talking about," Paige said as she watched her sister turn pages furiously. She seriously thought that her sister was going insane because of this mess.

Piper ignored her and called for Leo, never stopping her search as she turned one page and then another. First Prue was being held captive somewhere outside of her own body and now Paige couldn't remember seeing an intruder in the attic. Next thing she knew Piper would be forgetting that she even had sisters and that would be it for the power of three.

"Could that be the point," she said more to herself than Paige and was interrupted by the sudden appearance of Leo's white blue orbs. "Oh good, you're home," Piper said as she crossed to hug her husband.

"What's going on?"

"There's been a disturbing development in the grand scheme of things and unfortunately there's no real way to describe what it is or how it has to do with Prue or what it means."

Leo's eyebrows rose as he looked to Paige to see if she understood what was going on.

"Don't look at me, dude. This chick has gone bonkers," throwing herself back on Aunt Pearl's settee.

"She doesn't remember," Piper told him, "but we were here looking through books when we found something," she scuttled over to a pile of books and held one out to Leo. "I have enough Latin to know that it is talking about a prophecy," she turned the page and pointed to a sketching, "and to know that this is Prue. I think this must be why she's in this current predicament."

"You're right," he said engrossed with the text, "this is definitely about Prue, but I don't know why the Elders wouldn't know about this."

"Well that's the first part of the mystery. The second part has to do with the sudden appearance of the invisible man and why only Paige could see him."

"Wait," Leo looked up from his reading. "There was someone here? Did you i.d him in the book?"

"Sorry," Piper told him, "but only Missy Paige over there could actually see him and when I asked her what he looked like she couldn't answer. Then it was like she went blank because a few seconds later she didn't even remember telling me that she saw someone."

"I don't know, man," Paige said from her spot on the couch. "It sounds a little crazy to me but then again I don't know why I would expect anything different. Life has been a little crazy ever since I found out I was a witch."

"It's something to look into at least," Leo said. "It could be the lead we've been looking for. Chances are Paige is the one who saw him because of her power or because she's the one he's targeting."

"Why would someone be targeting me if it's Prue they're after," Paige asked.

"Well think about it," Piper said as she realized what Leo was thinking. "There's a prophecy about Prue that we only discovered after she's been trapped in between the physical and astral planes and the only connection we have to her is you. It's pure strategy."

"If they take me out then our connection to Prue is gone," Paige caught on.

"Can you see her now," Leo asked.

Paige concentrated on her eldest sister and saw her kneeling at the ritual table, reading over the passage about the prophecy.

"Yes, she's here with mom and grams and Phoebe."

"Phoebe," Piper whimpered and her eyes watered. "She's here," her voice shook as she asked Paige, looking in the direction Paige was staring at and imagining her sister there. Leo moved to embrace her and rubbed a hand across her back, lending his strength and providing comfort. "What are they doing?"

"Prue is reading the prophecy," Paige seemed confused. "She's translating it. Hey, Leo, didn't you read it? We never even thought to ask you what it said."

Leo's gaze turned blank. "Ask me about what," he asked and the sisters turned to one another before Piper grabbed the book to show him.

"The prophecy about Prue," she shoved the book in front of him.

"I just see a blank page," he answered. "Look, I need to be getting back to the Elders to see if there are any leads about Prue. I really wish you would only call me for legitimate reasons when we're in the middle of an attack," Leo reprimanded them before orbing off.

"Did he just chastise me," Piper seethed.

"I think he did," Paige bit. She didn't want to be there when Leo got back.

"What does it say," Phoebe asked. Prue's lips were moving as she read the text, leaving the rest of them clueless.

Prue continued reading, not even registering the fact that her sister had asked her a question until she heard Gram's voice. "Prudence!" The older woman kneeled down to get her attention. "What does it say?"

"It's a journal from one of our ancestors; one of the few who had the power of premonition before Phoebe and Paige. It talks of a prophet."

Patricia moved to Phoebe's side, embracing her though it was Prue she wanted to hold. All of her girls had suffered because of mistakes she had made and she would never forgive herself for that day at the lake. Phoebe had never known a mother's love, Piper was left with very little attention and Prue had lost everything. Her trust, her love, and her childhood had almost disappeared entirely.

It just wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that she had lost so many opportunities and possibilities because responsibility for their family rested on her shoulders. The heartache of losing both of her parents as well as Andy and Phoebe wasn't fair. So Patricia Halliwell was going to do what was fair right now and give her daughter the time and space she needed for the next few minutes without adding to her stress, while she, as a mother, stood there with regret that only this small offering was what she could give to her daughter; because she knew that the future was not going to be fair to Prue any time soon. The blessings she had bestowed upon her were not capable of changing how drastically unfair her life had been.

"A prophet," Prue repeated, "But it isn't like other prophecies where a certain time and place is predicted. Like the one about Melinda's birth or the coming of the Charmed ones. It almost seems as if it has either been fulfilled many times or will be fulfilled many times. I always was bad with tenses," she mumbled to herself.

"Well, whose journal is it," Phoebe asked. "I mean, is it possible that she was one of these prophets?"

"You're not going to believe this," Prue said. "It's Phoebe Bowen."

"That's too much of a coincidence," Phoebe said, "for this to not be taken seriously. I mean, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Why doesn't one of you tell us exactly what it is you're thinking," Penny suggested, fed up at having no idea what her granddaughters were talking about.

"What does Aunt Phoebe have to do with this," Patty asked. Prue looked up into her mother's eyes. "She was my past life," Prue answered. "And chances are that since this prophecy talks about reoccurring throughout time and the last known time it happened also happened to my past life—"

"—then the prophecy is attached to your soul," Phoebe interrupted. "Prue is, was, and possibly will be again, a prophet of some kind."

"Well, that's all good in theory," Grams laughed, "but you're forgetting that I knew Phoebe Bowen, as did your mother. If she were a prophet we would know, besides she didn't have the power of premonition. Aunt Phoebe had cryokinesis so obviously you must have made a mistake."

"Mother, I'm sure she didn't make a mistake. Why do you think she had the power of premonition, Prudence?"

"She talks about knowing things before they happened. Apparently, she knew that her cousin Pearl was going to fall in love with a warlock and that's how she was able to get the spell she and their other cousin used to curse her. See here," she showed them, "it's the word aspicio, meaning to see or to contemplate, and here the word physiculo meaning to foresee or divine."

"But what if she doesn't mean she was having premonitions," Phoebe asked. "Could she have been prophesying the event instead?"

"It's possible," Patty said. "Aunt Phoebe did seem to have a way of knowing things. She was the one who suggested that I use the name Prudence, even before I became pregnant. She died the year before you were born."

"You mean I got to name myself and I still got stuck with a name like Prudence," she asked with a grimace. "What was I thinking?"

"Still," Penny said, "none of this explains why you're stuck here or how to get you home and we don't know who this man is that Paige saw in the attic."

"Maybe the ancestors can help," Phoebe suggested. Penny and Patty looked to one another.