Phoebe stood up slowly. "I feel dizzy..."
Cole nodded. "You just moved backward through time, but kept your memory. That's to be expected."
"I've gotta get to them, now that the reset's done," Leo said. "I'm not sure what time it is exactly and when you called me last time, Phoebe, it was already almost too late." A blue light began to envelop him.
"I wouldn't do that," said a voice from behind Leo.
"No!" cried out Cole.
The Whitelighter paused in mid-orb, and allowed his form to coalesce again in the Underworld. He turned around, and the sight before his eyes gave him a sick feeling. The Source had his sword pointed at Phoebe's neck, and flames surrounded them. Cole had conjured up a massive energy ball, fueled by his love for Phoebe and his rage against the Source for his trickery, but hadn't thrown it.
"You can't rescue her," the Source said tauntingly to Leo, "because you know that my flames are the source of Darklighter poison. And if you orb out to save her sisters, you know I'll take her life. And Belthazor, if you throw that energy ball, you'll kill me, but I'll kill her as soon as your hand moves. Either way, the Power of Three is destroyed. Either way..." He paused, looking first at Cole, then at Leo with a menacing glare before he continued, "...I win."
Leo could feel his heart breaking.
"Leo, save them," Phoebe begged. "There's two of them, they'll figure out a way to get me."
Leo and Cole stared at each other helplessly. Suddenly, Leo heard the Source's chilling voice inside his head. "I can read your mind. Your...Whitelighter telepathy...cannot save you. I win."
The four of them stood there as if frozen.
* * *
"Prue? Prue! Oh, no, Prue..."
Prue was confused. She felt as if she were floating. Her memory was somewhat hazy, and she wasn't sure where she was. She could sense a familiar figure near her. The voice she heard was Andy's, but as the figure came into focus, the face was someone else's. His eyes looked into hers, and she could see his compassion. When he spoke, she heard his voice in her mind, a softly-accented, oddly familiar voice.
"You understand now why you shouldn't be afraid of me, why you can't fight me?"
"Yes," she whispered. She realized, to her surprise, that she was standing up, and suddenly she could see Andy. With a shock, she saw her own body as well...and Piper's. "It's my time, isn't it?" she asked Death.
He nodded once. "It is."
"Is it Piper's? Please, not Piper!"
