"I am so glad he's gone." The Halliwell sisters, Marty, and Leo sat in the living room of the manor, sipping from glasses of alcohol or soda, depending on age. It was an hour since they had vanquished Melphius, and were now taking time to enjoy it. "I am too. Finding out you're a witch is tough enough," Marty said," without having demons hovering over your back." "Well," Piper said," get used to it. They'll be after you now that they know what kind of powers you have. The ability to block is really powerful." "Yeah, so watch out!" Paige said jokingly, and everyone laughed. "So, where are you going to go now?" "Actually, I was just going to ask something." "Yeah? What?" "Well, I was thinking that, since my aunt was the only witch in our family, and killed." "Yes?" "Well, I was hoping you could help me develop my powers. I want to become a full-time witch, like you three. I could stay with you." The Charmed Ones looked at each other, and turned their heads back, smiling at him. "Of course," Phoebe answered. Looking at the time, she continued. "Oh, you must be tired, long day and all. Here, I'll take you up to my room; you can sleep there tonight." "Thanks," Marty replied, and Phoebe led him upstairs, to her bedroom. Meanwhile, Piper, Paige, and Leo discussed Marty's staying. "Do you think it's alright?" Paige asked. "Well, he's protected by the Charmed Ones, and himself," Leo answered. "His power should shield him well. In fact, if he wants to become a witch, it will help him more if he has teachers." Piper nodded. "Yeah, I suppose. He can stay with us until he wants to leave."

Meanwhile, Phoebe led Marty into her room. "It's messy, sorry about that." "That's fine," Marty assured. "I'll just be sleeping in it, not living." Phoebe laughed. "Yeah, I guess." She left, shutting the door behind her. Turning to a mirror on the wall, Marty looked into it. "She's gone now; you can come out." A white form stepped from it, and stood in front of the new witch. Her black hair went down to her cheeks, and a gown of white adorned her body. "You know who I am?" "I saw pictures downstairs," Marty answered. "I figured you were close to them, so it was alright." "You're right." The form stepped towards him. "I've been assigned by the Elders to be your white-lighter." "Like Leo?" The form smiled. "Exactly like him. You know, he used to be my white-lighter." "Yeah? What happened?" "I died. He had to save two others before me; by the time he healed them, I was already dead." Marty's head lowered. "I'm sorry." "Don't worry about it." The woman stopped. "Don't tell them you've seen me, or that I'm a white-lighter. They aren't ready." "Okay, Prue. I won't."