Phoebe awoke with a gasp and looked around. She was in a small room, which was occupied by two other beds and not much else. She slipped quickly out of bed and hurried to a mirror, anxious to check out her looks in the future- as she hadn't really had the opportunity last time she visited. She had grown her hair out again, so now it was shoulder length, and was its natural brown colour. Phoebe wasn't sure about it, but she supposed her tastes must have changed. She didn't spend too long in front of the mirror, however, as she soon remembered she had a job to do, so hurriedly left the room to find her sisters.
The building she was in was small, and she soon stepped out on to golden sands, and was forced to shield her eyes from the sudden, unexpected glare of the sun.
"Hey you're up." Came an unfamiliar voice from behind her. She turned around to face a man with short dark hair and a wide grin.
"...Hey." Replied Phoebe, panicking slightly- not wanting to give away she wasn't from this time until she found out more. "...So what's up?" She asked, glancing around the beach hoping for clues as to where she was.
"I was going to ask you the same thing." Replied the stranger, "You've been in your bed all day, I was going to wake you, but Prue said you've been having that nightmare again, is everything okay?"
"Wait, Prue?" Questioned Phoebe, knowing it was stupid to even hope he could be talking about his deceased sister.
"Yes Prue." Replied the man, "You know- tall, dark hair- looks painfully like her father." Phoebe had, of course, no idea what the man was talking about, but nodded all the same.
"Right, yeah Prue- of course. Sorry, I err... didn't sleep well- thought you were talking about my sister for a moment." The man smiled sadly and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Phoebe smiled up at him, just as a female voice rang out, and a teenager ran up to them.
"Mum, you're awake!" Exclaimed the girl. Phoebe's eyes opened wide. 'Mum?' did she really say 'mum'? "Mum, are you alright?" Phoebe pulled her attention back to the teenager.
"Err... Yeah, I'm fine." She replied- very distractedly, "Have you guys seen my sisters, I need to talk to them." The teenager and man exchanged concerned looks- making Phoebe very nervous. "What's the matter?" She asked.
"Phoebe. Are you sure you're alright?" Asked the man, his hand returning to her shoulder, and his stance shifting as if he were concerned that at any moment Phoebe might faint into his arms. Phoebe's eyes flicked from her daughter to the stranger, trying to work out what she was missing.
"Right..." She said slowly, determined not to blow her cover so early, "I'm fine, and I know I can't talk to my sisters because they're... gone." The pair both nodded slightly, as if to confirm her guess, before the teen turned to the man.
"Uncle Henry, can I talk to you for a moment?"
"Wait, Uncle?" Asked Phoebe instinctively, kicking herself internally as she realised how slow she must be sounding. "As in... Paige's husband?" Henry nodded slowly at this guess, but said nothing. The pair moved away from Phoebe, but she noticed that as they exchanged in hushed whispers, they would occasionally throw furtive looks her way. She was just beginning to think that maybe they suspected something, when Prue started speaking as if everything was perfectly normal.
"Oh, Henry, by the way- have you seen my brother- I haven't seen him since breakfast and I think he might be up to something." Henry shrugged and shook his head.
"No, I haven't seen him since yesterday- is he not with one of the Valkyries?" Prue shook her head sadly, and they turned to Phoebe. "Have you seen him at all?" He asked. Phoebe shook her head, determined to be more confident.
"I only just woke up." She pointed out, "Maybe he's playing with one of his cousins." She suggested- knowing for a fact that her son would have at least one cousin- Wyatt. Apparently this answer was not satisfactory, however.
Henry glanced over at Prue who nodded and then flicked her fingers at Phoebe in much the same way Piper would blast a demon and, in much the same way as a demon would, Phoebe found herself in a large amount of pain as she was thrown backwards several feet, landing on the soft golden sand.
Before she had a chance to get to her feat, her future daughter and brother in law were standing over her, preventing her from moving. Phoebe noticed with trepidation that she was now not only faced with Prue's blasting power, but Henry had also acquired an athame, which he seemed to handle with great confidence as he pressed it under Phoebe's chin, pushing it upwards, forcing her to face her attackers.
"Who the hell are you?" Growled Prue, "And what have you done with my mother?"