The light drizzling rain didn't bother Phoebe as she ran through the streets. She was glad it was late, no one would notice her. She had gotten far without an interruption, but she turned a corner and a man bumped into her.

"Oh sorry." He said. "Hey, wait. Aren't you Phoebe Halliwell?"

"I am no one." Phoebe said.

Before the man could say anything, Phoebe punched him in the face. He stumbled backward and tried to react, but Phoebe jumped up and kicked him in the chest. He tumbled to the ground and Phoebe grabbed a garbage can. The man's eyes widened as Phoebe threw the trash can down on his face with great force.

Satisfied that he was knocked out, Phoebe began walking. She walked another block and got impatient. She began to run, then she became possessed. She ran as fast as her legs would carry her.

She only stopped when she reached the corner of Prescott Street. She smiled wickedly when she saw all the lights in the pink Victorian were all off. She moved stealthily to the house and looked up at her old home.

She went to the backyard and looked around. She could see no one, so she went to the backdoor. It was locked. It was actually locked.

Phoebe almost screamed in frustration, but managed to contain herself. She couldn't find anything to unlock the door with, so she made a fist and punched through one of the small glass windows. She reached to the lock and unlocked the door.

She pulled her hand from the window, ignoring the pain, and opened the door. Now in the kitchen, she went over to the knife holder and pulled out a knife. She watched the blade glint in the moonlight for a moment, then she made her way upstairs.

Slowly she crept to her door and opened it quietly, then went into her old room. She closed the door quietly and looked around. Nothing had changed since she'd been gone. She moved over to her closet and opened the door. She grabbed a red shirt and a pair of black pants and threw them onto the bed, then she reached down and grabbed a pair of black boots.

She kicked off the tennis shoes and just stood for a moment. She looked out the window and remembered what it used to be like. She remembered how it used to feel happy, free. She stood in the moonlight for a bit, then heard a slight groan from Piper's room.

Snapping out of her memories, she quickly changed into her own clothes and tossed the asylum clothes into her garbage can. She put on her boots and grabbed the knife from her dresser. She looked at herself in the mirror. She realized she looked much older than she really was.

She shook it off then slowly went to Piper's room. She pushed the door open quietly and was glad to see him all alone. She went over to his side of the bed and stared at him for a moment.

He turned toward her and she knew it was her chance. Phoebe plunged the knife into Leo's heart and twisted it.

Leo's scream seemed to be loud enough to be heard from Los Angeles. He struggled for breath, then looked up into Phoebe's eyes. All he saw was death. Phoebe's eyes held nothing. The sweet one they once knew was dead.

Phoebe took a last look at Leo, then ran from the room. She went downstairs and opened the closet. She grabbed her black leather coat and put it on.

She opened the door and bid farewell to the Halliwell manor.