She decided it best if she was the one to initiate the talk. Of course she had no sleep the night before, why would she? She had been up the entire night, trying to come up with a solution, trying to figure out what to say, how to say it and what to do about it.

Prue tucked her fringe behind her ear as she picked up the tray on the kitchen counter, careful not to spill the two hot cups of tea or the two bowls of cereal. She wasn't hungry she just thought of all the things to show care for wellbeing, food and watering was the best plan of attack. The fourth stair creaked heavily under her foot causing her to wince, she made a note to get it fixed when everything was sorted.

Prue took a deep breath before knocking on the door, before balancing the tray with one hand and a raised knee and opening it with her free hand, before reassuming a more regular position and raised the tray up to pushed open the door.

"No, I don't know… I mean what the hell is going on with her?" Mike's raised voice froze her from opening the door.

"Andy, you must realise that not everything is in your power to control, Prue is as Prue will be, she is still a witch, and more importantly she is the oldest sister. Nothing will change that."

It took Prue a few moments to realise that the voice belonged to Cecilia.

"And even though I can understand how hard it is for you, having to watch her put herself through this but it is… Who. She. Is."

She heard Cecilia sigh heavily.

"Listen, Andy, I know as well as you do the concern for her… behaviour, but you must realise this is the same Prue we are talking about."

"Except supercharged…" Mike muttered under his breath, his voice hollow and withdrawn.

"Mike, please don't be brash. Do think this over."

"I know… I just need a break. I just-" He cut himself off with a sigh.

"I understand."

Prue stood there frozen, her heart weighing heavily in the pits of her stomach, the blood draining from her face leaving her feeling light headed and dazed.

She had expected him to have a million and one reactions, but this would definitely have been the last thing she'd ever expect him to do. She knew he was scared, she knew that he was under pressure at work and she understood the pressure of trying to find those perfect fragments of a day when they could actually find time together. Prue tried to calm her breathing to try and hold back the tears.

"Are you ready?" Cecilia's voice asked softly, a faint tone of dismay rode softly on her curvaceous accent,

"As I will ever be." Mike's replied his voice grave and meek.

Prue telekinetically pushed open the door, her body refusing to comply with every strain she urged it to fulfil.

"Pru-" Mike begun as she watched his apologetic before he dissolved into the Angel's orbs.

"Wh…Why?" Prue asked the Angel who stood there watching her, her willpower being the only thing from keeping her world from collapsing in on her.

"Some decisions are not mine to make… I'm sorry." Cecilia's eyes flickered with concern and understanding, before she lowered her head in apology and she too orb out.

Prue awkwardly shuffled herself into the room. She set down the tray upon the dresser and quietly sat herself down on the edge of the bed. She was staring at nothing, her numbness slowly consumed her as she begun to switch off. Disconnecting herself from reality.

A soft hum enveloped the room.

Prue could feel her grip of reality fraying. She lost him once. Now she's lost him again.

Slowly escalating into a rattle.

What hurt the most was that it was her fault he left. She drove him away.

Now into a vibration.

He's gone.