I looked up from crying. I had been in Heaven for two-thirds of my predicted time from Prue, and had since realized I could cry.

"Mom," I stated, calmly.

"Yes, honey, I'm here," Patti Halliwell's voice broke when she said it, and Phoebe realized too, she was crying. "Oh, honey, you can't be here. You can't. Your charming white-lighter will be here. He's convinced Them," the word 'Them' was said with a wry tone, " that its important for you to be alive. I wish I could spend time with you."

How simple Mom made it sound, as if my older sister's boyfriend was picking me up from the movies because a date abandoned me. It wasn't simple, and no matter how many demons we vanquished, it would /never/ be simple. Regardless, I smiled wanly, and nodded. I didn't dare form words, because if I did, my voice would be just like hers, and we'd both cry, and being here with mom, and Grams, and Prue would make me want to stay and be dead- Charmed Ones be damned.

"Your time here is almost up." Mom said, almost wistfully.

"I. want. no, I need to remember this," I finally croaked out. "I need to."

"Oh, but honey, you will. Some day. But for the time being." Mom sighed. "I feel that when you go, I'll be all 'Give Piper and Paige my love', but you won't remember."

I didn't care. I just wanted her to hold me and comfort me, and let me cry.