"Potion?"

"Check."

"Vanquishing spell?"

"Check."

"Location?"

"Check."

"Okay, then, I guess that's everything," Leo said hesitantly. He and Prue had taken charge of the impending vanquish, her as the head witch and him as their whitelighter. It felt just like old times, except that Paige was buzzing about and Piper was upstairs, unable to join in the Power of Three. Oh, yeah, and the fact that Prue was dead.

"What's wrong?" she asked, noticing that he was less than eager to send them off.

He looked up at her, a sad glint in his eyes. "Piper and Phoebe aren't the only ones who've missed you, you know. God, Prue, you were like a sister to me, and I..."

"I know," she said quietly. Slowly, she got up from the couch and crossed the room to where he was standing by the fireplace, and hugged him. He embraced her tightly for a moment, then they both let go. Without another word, they headed into the kitchen, where Piper, Phoebe, and Paige were waiting.

"Is he still there?" Prue asked.

Phoebe nodded, looking down at the map and crystal she'd placed on the table. "He should be. I just scryed for him again a minute ago."

"Okay, then, let's go," Prue replied.

Piper frowned. "I still wish I could go with you. I hate waiting."

"I know, honey," Prue said, smiling. "But the spell didn't remove all the effects of the toxin. Your body has to fight them off itself, and until it does, no demon-hunting for you. Besides, you'll need your strength to take care of my little niece or nephew."

Piper sighed, knowing full well that her sister was right. She crossed her arms in front of her stomach, and said nothing as Prue, Phoebe, and Paige orbed out.

The appeared in the cemetery amidst a swirl of white lights, and started walking toward the masoleum, where Phoebe had pinpointed as Remler's location.

"This brings back memories," Prue remarked, clinging tightly to Phoebe and Paige's hands.

"You know, I knew Paige was like you when she started getting suspicious of Cole, but I never realized exactly how much alike the two of you are until this moment," Phoebe returned. Prue smiled, and Paige beamed. They continued on in silence.

They reached the building, and slipped in quietly. Paige's free hand was wrapped around a small vial of potion. She tightened her grip on it, shivering. Suddenly, she had a very bad feeling about this...

"I thought you'd come back."

The girls jumped; the voice had come from behind them, and not from deep inside the crypt where they'd thought Remler would be lurking.

The demon stepped out from the shadows, closing the masoleum door behind him. "I must admit," he continued, "I didn't expect you so soon." His eyes fell on Prue, and his mouth formed a cruel smile. "Ah, that explains it, then. Reserecting the dead to complete the Power of Three. I'm impressed. It's a good plan. However, not good enough."

"He's trying to psych us out," Prue said to her sisters. "Don't listen to him, just throw the potion."

Paige started to pull the vial out of her pocket, and found herself being thrown back, along with her sisters. "Now, you didn't really think I'd let you get away with that, did you?" asked Remler. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Bad witches. You stay here, and think about what you've done."

With that, he shimmered out, leaving Prue, Phoebe, and Paige alone. They got to their feet, and went straight to the door. They soon found that, as hard as they tried, they couldn't get it open.

"It's no use," Phoebe said, "He's sealed it."

"Okay, but that doesn't matter much, anyway," Prue replied. "We've got our own built-in transportation system, via whitelighter, remember?"

Paige took her sisters' hands again, and concentrated all her energy on getting them out. They disappeared in a swirl of light, only to be thrown back onto the floor. Paige tried orbing out by herself, only to be met with the same effect.

"Oh my God," she breathed. "He put a barrier around the place. We can't get out."