Once Leo dropped her off, Phoebe walked into the big building.
People were bustling around with folders and papers. They all seemed in a hurry to get somewhere, but no matter what kind of hurry they were in, they always said some kind of hello to Phoebe.
Phoebe walked around a bit, completely lost, until a came from behind a receptionist desk and came up to her.
"Ms. Halliwell!" The woman squealed and Phoebe turned around to look at her. The woman came closer and continued. "Oops, sorry. I forgot. I mean, Mrs. Jones. It's getting so close isn't it?"
Phoebe had an odd look on her face and mumbled, "Yeah, sure."
"If I was engaged and the wedding was only a week a way I'd be doing the same thing." The woman said.
"Uh-huh." Phoebe looked around for a door that might lead to her office. "Um, is there a particular reason you stopped me?" Phoebe asked.
"Oh yes! Well, Mrs. Jones-" The woman started, but Phoebe cut her off.
"Phoebe or Ms. Halliwell will be fine." Phoebe told her.
"Oh, well, Ms. Halliwell, Mr. Gillroy called and said that he would in fact be here at the original time and not the rescheduled time." The woman said.
"Okay. Um, where is my office?" Phoebe asked.
The woman gave Phoebe an unusual look, but didn't say anything. She pointed to a door that read 'Editor' on the glass.
Phoebe smiled and thanked the woman then went into the office.
There was large, black desk and matching leather chair in the middle of the room sitting on a small, circular zebra-striped carpet, exotic plants, a miniature golf hole, a black leather couch, cream colored carpet, and for some reason, a fireplace.
Phoebe stared around for a minute. "Whoa." Phoebe breathed and sat down on the comfy chair.
She looked out the window at the sunny sky and smiled. The office was the best part of this huge joke.
She looked around the walls and noticed pictures of her family, some clipped out articles, all framed, and the thing she noticed most was that there were many, many pictures of herself. One was from a magazine and she was holding some kind of award and she was wearing a stunning red dress.
Phoebe was staring at the pictures and didn't even notice that a man had come into her office. Phoebe turned in her chair and finally noticed him.
"Hey there." The man said and smiled.
The man looked familiar.
"Hello," Phoebe replied. She would take the chance. "Caleb."
The man smiled.
"You've finally gotten my name right." Caleb laughed. "You're so funny Phoebe. That's one of the reasons that I love you."
Phoebe slightly cringed. She didn't want Caleb to know she was cringing so she turned in her chair so that the back of it was facing him and he couldn't see her at all.
"Wrong, wrong, wrong." Phoebe whispered to herself and wiped her arms like there was something on them.
"Say something?" Caleb asked and Phoebe turned back around.
"No. I didn't say a thing." Phoebe replied.
Caleb got up and looked at the picture that hung over the fireplace.
"I can't wait for the wedding." Caleb said.
"You're not the one I want to marry. I want to marry-" Phoebe caught herself. She was saying all of this outloud.
"What?" Caleb asked and looked at her hurt.
Phoebe smiled a little and said, "Gotcha."
Caleb titled his head back. "You've got to stop doing that to me my dear." Phoebe wiped her arms again.
Caleb looked at his watch.
"Well, I just wanted to say good morning. I've got to get to work." Caleb said and leaned down for a kiss and closed her eyes.
Phoebe moved her head back as far away as possible and made a gagging noise.
"I don't feel too well." Phoebe said. She wasn't lying.
"Oh, well. See you tonight." Caleb smiled and left her office.
"Oh, so wrong. So very wrong." Phoebe said and wiped her arms again.

That day, many people came into Phoebe's office looking for approval on articles, pictures, interviews, and everything else imaginable.
A few people even stopped by just to say hello and sorry about Bill, whoever Bill was.
When the door opened again, Phoebe heard Piper talking to someone.
"Sorry to hear about Bill." A male voice said.
"Me too." Piper replied and then she came into Phoebe's office.
Phoebe sat at her desk and Piper sat in front of her in the comfy black leather "visitor's chair" as Phoebe had named it because every visitor sat there.
"Hey Pipe." Phoebe greeted.
"Hey Pheebs. Why the good tone? You're usually ready to bite anyone's head off around this time." Piper replied.
"Am I?" Phoebe asked.
"Don't worry. I know why." Piper said. Phoebe was intrigued. "Abby told me that Caleb stopped by!" Piper squealed.
"Abby?? What is she doing out of jail??" Phoebe asked and jumped up.
"Jail?" Piper laughed. "You're going crazy. I hope Caleb can deal with you."
Phoebe smiled and said, "Me too. I think I'm about to have a mid-life crisis before I reach mid-life!" Phoebe exclaimed.
"Hey, relax Pheebs. All the wedding hustle and bustle will be over in a week, it's not like it's going down tomorrow. Prepare yourself. Well, let's get into the reason I came here." Piper took a folder from her back pocket. "Which of these pictures do you like best?"
Phoebe picked up the folder and opened it. She scanned the pictures and closed the folder again.
"Is this the right folder? All of these are pictures of me." Phoebe said.
Piper chuckled. "Of course they are. You know the article 'Woman In Business'? The one about you? These are the ones that may or may not, decided by you, go in."
Phoebe got the feeling that she really liked herself in this world or joke...whatever it was.
"Shouldn't it be 'WOMEN In Business'?" Phoebe asked.
"No, it's only about you." Piper told her.
"Oh, well. I guess this one, this one, this one, and this one then." Phoebe said and picked out four pictures for the article. "Oh and Prue told me to give you your camera." Phoebe took the camera out of a drawer and handed it to Piper.
"Oh, thank God. I really need this for my shoot with No Doubt." Piper replied.
Phoebe smiled. That was another thing she actually knew about.
"Before I go," Piper said and picked up the folder of pictures, "I can't make lunch with you today. Cole is taking me out."
"Wait. How are things with my-I mean, Cole?" Phoebe asked.
"Great. He's always around, not like Leo." Piper replied.
Phoebe's eyes opened a little more.
"Like Leo?" She asked.
"Yeah," Piper said. Phoebe thought that maybe Piper had dated him once. "He's never there for Prue. Always going to that cemetery. He really gets me mad sometimes. I hope she dumps him. I don't trust him, you know? Once a demon, no matter how close or not, always a demon."
Phoebe leaned back in her chair. Hadn't those exact words been muttered by Prue on more than one occasion?
"Okay." Phoebe smiled. "Bye."
Piper smiled and left and a man came in.
"Mrs. Jones." The man said and smiled.
Phoebe smiled back and said, "No, Ms. Halliwell."
"Okay, Ms. Halliwell, I'm Mr. Gillroy. We spoke on the phone." He said.
Phoebe had no idea what he was talking about, but said, "Yes, of course. Won't you sit down?" Phoebe motioned to the "visitor's chair".
Mr. Gillroy smiled. He looked about in his middle to late thirties or early forties. He was wearing a brown suit and carrying a briefcase.
Mr. Gillroy opened his briefcase and took out some papers.
"Our ads," He began, "will run in the November 2009 and-"
Phoebe interrupted him. "2009? Don't you want something more to the year? Um... what year is it?"
"It's 2008, but the magazine comes out at odd intervals." Mr. Gillroy said.
Mr. Gillroy was holding the papers in front of him and began reading from them again. "Our ads will run in the November 2009 and December 2010 time area. Our special, which these ads are for, are only running for that certain time and need to be entered promptly."
Phoebe nodded. She had no idea what this man was babbling on about.
"I'll just leave the papers here so you can review them. My number is at the top there if you need to call me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a meeting with the head of San Francisco's Starbucks chapter. OH, and I am terribly sorry about Bill." Mr. Gillroy said then placed the papers on Phoebe's desk and left.
"Who is Bill?" Phoebe asked outloud. She picked up the phone and Abby's voice came from it.
"Who are you calling Mrs.-I mean, Ms. Halliwell?" Abby asked. News traveled fast around here.
"My sister. Piper." Phoebe said and Abby connected them.
"Piper, my powers are affecting my memory, so people keep telling me their sorry about Bill. Who is Bill?" Phoebe asked.
"Bill? Bill was...great." Phoebe could tell Piper was fighting tears. "The whole astral projection thing is really screwing you up. Well, Bill was our brother Phoebe. He was killed by a demon, Andy and I tried to stop him from going, but he just went."
Phoebe sat for a minute completely silent.
"Andy?" Phoebe asked.
"Oh, Phoebe. You know Andy and I were married! The divorce was awful, you remember. He moved to Oregon after Bill and I haven't seen him since." Piper said.
Phoebe sat silent again. This was all too much for her.
"I thought Dan to Oregon... Portland?" Phoebe asked.
"Dan? As in Prue's ex-boyfriend Dan? Don't you remember? He's was a demon. He tried to get close to us by being with Prue. Prue vanquished him when she found out. She cried for weeks. If you're done asking me about all the pains of our lives, then I've got to go." Piper said.
"Yeah. Bye." Phoebe said and hung up the phone.
More terrible information that she couldn't deal with. They had a brother? Dan was a demon? Prue actually vanquished him...he dated Prue. Phoebe felt sick.
She left everything on her desk and stormed out of her office.
"Ms. Halliwell!" The woman from that morning called, but Phoebe kept going. She rushed to the door and got out.
She felt like she was going to throw up.

Phoebe walked for a while. She went past all her favorite stores which were gone and replaced by her least favorite ones. She walked for hours, until it was dark. She finally reached the manor and climbed the stairs. She fumbled with a key then realized that the door was never locked, so she let herself in.
She looked around and noticed that everyone was waiting for her, all dressed up.
"Phoebe! Why are you so late?" Prue asked.
"I walked." Phoebe explained. She had a sad expression on her face. What if she had to stay in this hell forever?
"Are you okay sweetie?" Caleb asked and came to her.
Phoebe pushed him away and answered, "I'm fine. I just don't feel well. You all go wherever you're going without me. I need to be alone."
Phoebe looked up at her family and noticed everything was so wrong.
Prue and Leo were not supposed to be together, but they were. Piper and Cole should not be holding hands, but they were. Phoebe looked at Caleb and sighed. He should be chasing demons in his popsicle mobile somewhere.
"I'm going to bed." Phoebe announced and trudged upstairs to Piper's, no her, room. She switched on the light and got changed into her pajamas. She heard the door close and she turned off the light and crawled into bed. She wished that this would be over.
She took the engagement ring off her finger and threw it with great force against the wall and tars rolled down her cheeks.
She did not want to stay here.