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A/N: Sorry for the long wait. Writer's block isn't fun.
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"What am I doing here?" Paige asked herself. She hadn't even known this woman, Phoebe Halliwell, but she'd found herself drawn to her funeral.

It was the end of the service, and nervously Paige stepped up to Phoebe's sisters. "I'm sorry." she said simply, and after shaking their hands sympathetically, she turned to go. Her hand accidentaly brushed a vase near the casket, and for a second everything went black. She saw a scene unfold in which she was standing with Phoebe's sisters in front of a large, leather-bound book. The scene faded, and Paige was again standing in front of the sisters. She turned and ran out of the funeral home. Shocked, Prue and Phoebe watched her go, then turned toward each other.

"Did you see that?" Piper asked.

Prue nodded. "She looked just like Phoebe did when she had a premonition."

"She just seemed so... surprised." Piper mused. "Like she didn't know she could do that. Think she's an Innocent we're supposed to protect?"

"Maybe, but even if she is, what are we supposed to do?" The Power of Three is gone, we're just as vulnerable as she is now, possibly more." Prue said in a sad, defeated tone that was completely unlike her.

"Still, maybe we should have Leo check in with the Elders, make sure she's safe." Piper pressed. She knew nothing was more important to her older sister than saving innocents, and she had hoped it would be the one thing Phoebe's death wouldn't change.

"Fine," Prue conceded, "but only to make sure she's OK."