"Hello Anubite," Cole said. "I wasn't expecting you here."

"I was expecting you," The Anubite said. "I was watching when you left the wasteland with that witch."

"I assume you know what happened to the Source," Cole said.

"The Source was nothing. Power was all he ever thought about. His destruction might even be good for us."

"I'm not on your side, and I never will be," Cole said. "Now, I'm going to take the Grimoire to make sure they can't make a new Source."

"Go ahead. I won't try to stop you."

"What are you up to?"

"Nothing," The Anubite said. "I just know you, Cole. You'll change your mind eventually. It's in your nature."

"You're wrong," Cole said.

"This is all because of that witch. Did you forget what she did to you?" The Anubite asked. "She killed you. Getting involved with her again will only bring you more pain."

"You don't know that," Cole said.

"I do know," The Anubite said. "I was a demon too, once. I understand you better than any of the other avatars, and I know the pain that we must go through. It's our destiny. But I can end your pain. It's the only way we can ever be free."

"What about all the innocents that your plan will hurt?"

"There's no such thing as an innocent," The Anubite said. Cole's vision blurred for an instant, and the two of them were standing on top of a building in San Francisco.

"Why did you bring me here?" Cole asked.

"Look at them." The Anubite took Cole to the edge of the roof, and they looked down at busy streets below. "They walk around like ants, wasting their lives on work. They don't care about each other, except for those few friends and family that happen to cross their lives. And when they do care, it doesn't even matter. It only leads to death and broken hearts. Why would anyone want to save them?"

"It isn't like that. There's love in the world, and joy." Cole's expression seemed distant as he was overwhelmed with memories. "I felt it, once."

"And how do you feel now? How does it feel to lose the one person you cared about?" The Anubite straightened, and looked at Cole. "It's just more pain, the perfect end for a life filled with destruction and evil."

"I'm not evil anymore," Cole said.

"I know, but the price must be paid. Even avatars are subject to karma."

The Anubite blurred, and was gone. Cole stood there for a moment longer, thinking.

Eventually, he blurred back to the Grimoire. He took it from the stand and restored the illusion that had protected it. Then, he returned to the manor.

"Cole, you did it," Phoebe said.

"Yeah," Cole said dismissively. "We should check the Book of Shadows, and see if there's any way to destroy it."

Cole blurred them all to the attic, and he placed the Grimoire on the pedestal next to the Book of Shadows.

"Woah," Piper said, looking around. "That was quick."

"Sorry, force of habit," Cole said. "Now, the book."

"We already tried that," Paige said. "There's no spell to get rid of the Grimoire."

"Really?" Cole said. He placed his hands on the two books, and began to chant in a dead language. A red glow flowed from his hands. He quickly finished the spell, and lowered his hands. "Try now."

"What did you do?" Piper asked.

"It's just a spell to reveal what was hidden," Cole said. "There's a lot of information in the Book of Shadows that you don't know about. There's even a chapter on avatars."

"What's an avatar?" Phoebe asked.

"That's what I am now," Cole said.

"Is there a vanquishing spell?" Paige asked, smiling sardonically.

"I wish," Cole said.

"Is there a spell to destroy the Grimoire?" Piper asked.

"Yes," Cole said. "But there's a catch. Two, actually."

"There's always a catch," Phoebe said. "Whatever it is, we'll handle it."

Paige looked at the Grimoire, contemplating.

"Let's get started," Piper said. "The sooner we get rid of this thing, the better."

"Wait," Paige said. "Isn't there a spell in here to bring back the dead?"

Cole looked up at her. "Yes, but the magic in this book is evil. You can't use it."

"Why not?" Paige asked.

"Paige!" Piper said.

"What?" Paige said. "If we use the spell for good, it can't really be evil, can it? We can still destroy the book after we cast the spell."

"You can't be serious," Cole said.

"Think about it," Paige said. "We could bring Prue back. What could be evil about bringing back a force of good?"

Phoebe started to speak, but she stopped. She felt as though she had been through this before.

"I want Prue back, but this…" Piper trailed off, looking at the cover of the book. "I don't know."

"You don't know what kind of danger you're dealing with," Cole said. "It's too risky. You could destroy everything that she stood for."

"Maybe Cole is right," Phoebe said.

"You're siding with him now?" Paige asked. "Hello, he's evil."

"I'm not evil," Cole said. "This is too dangerous. You should know that. You know what the Grimoire represents."

"What if it was Phoebe?" Paige asked. "You'd do this for her."

"Phoebe, you know I love you more than anything," Cole said. He looked at Paige. "But no, I wouldn't."

"Cole isn't evil anymore, not completely," Phoebe said. "He wouldn't have given us the Grimoire if he was."

Piper looked at Paige. "I don't trust Cole any more than you do, but we can't use the Grimoire. We have to destroy it, now."

"Yeah, you're right," Paige said. "It was just wishful thinking, I guess."

"So, how do we destroy it?" Phoebe asked.

"That's where the catch comes in. You can't destroy it," Cole said.

"What?" Piper asked. "You said there was a spell."

"There is, but it has some safety mechanisms," Cole said. "The powers that be don't want people going around destroying magic books, so there are some conditions on who can cast the destruction spells."

"Well that's great," Piper said. "Who do we need now? The Source?"

"No," Cole said. "You need the Seer."

"What?" Paige asked.

"Or someone like her," Cole said. "According to the book, the spell will fail unless the person casting it has the gift of foresight. Since we've killed the only demons who could see the future, and no Elder would agree to cast the spell..."

"Why wouldn't an Elder cast the spell?" Piper asked.

"I'm sure most of them would be willing to do it, being paragons of good and all, but apparently there's a rule against Elders committing suicide."

"Wait a minute, back up," Piper said. "Suicide?"

"That's the other catch," Cole said. "Whoever casts the spell will be destroyed along with the book."

"How do we know you're telling the truth?" Piper asked.

"Do you think I enjoy putting you through this?" Cole asked.

"Yes," Paige said.

"Paige, I really am sorry that I tried to kill you, but I was a different person then," Cole said. "I know I can't convince you, and I know that I still deserve to pay for what I did, but we're on the same side this time."

"What about me?" Phoebe asked.

"What about you?" Piper said.

"I have the gift of foresight," Phoebe said. "Why can't I cast the spell?"

"Phoebe, it would kill you," Cole said.

Phoebe took a deep breath. "I know."

"Don't do this," Cole said. "We'll find someone else. Leo broke the rules for Piper, and he's al Elder now. Maybe he'll break the rules for you."

"I can't ask someone else to die for me, especially not Leo," Phoebe said. "I have to do this."

"We'll find another way," Piper said.

"Will we?" Phoebe asked. "We can hide the book, but they'll find it. We can try to keep it here, but it'll attract every demon in existence, and we can't stop all of them. What else can we do?

"I don't know," Piper said. "But I'm not going to let you die."

"You know I have to do this," Phoebe said.

"You're not serious about this," Paige said. "Are you?"

"Does this sound like a joke to you?" Phoebe asked.

"Leo!" Piper shouted. "Leo!"

"What are you doing?" Phoebe asked.

"I'm trying to get some advice," Piper snapped. "Leo!"

They could all hear a chiming sound that seemed to come from nowhere.

"Hey!" Piper shouted. "Don't you dare jingle at me! You had better get your Elder ass down here right now! I know you can hear what we're talking about!"

"He knows I'm right," Phoebe said. 'He'd come if he knew another way."

Piper knew that that was why he wasn't coming, and it was too much to take at that moment. Piper broke down and cried. She put her head on Phoebe's shoulder, and Phoebe began to cry with her.

"God, you're really gonna do this, aren't you?" Paige said.

"I could stop you," Cole said. "I could take the Grimoire back to where it came from."

"But you won't," Phoebe said. "If there is any good left in you, you won't sacrifice the world just to save me."

"I might," Cole said. "But it isn't up to me. If this is the only way to get rid of the Grimoire... There's nothing I can do."

"Cole," Phoebe said. "Thank you, I know this isn't easy for you. And I'm sorry I didn't try to help you the last time you were here. I was just afraid that something else would happen, that I might turn evil again if I let myself get close to you."

"I wish I could say that I understand why you did it, but I don't," Cole said. "There was no way to know that the Source would possess me. And nothing like that is going to happen again."

"I want to believe that, but something always seemed to happen. First it was the brotherhood, then it was the Source, and then you were corrupted by the demonic powers from the wasteland," Phoebe said. "I'm sorry."

"So am I," Cole said. "I'm sorry about everything that happened to us."

"Goodbye Cole," Phoebe said.

Cole shut his eyes, and took a deep breath. "Goodbye Phoebe."

Phoebe then turned to her older sister. "Piper, you've always been around when I needed you. You had faith in me, even when I wasn't sure of myself. You're my rock, Piper. And I'm glad you're here now. I wouldn't be alive to do this if it wasn't for you."

"Phoebe, please..." Piper said. "What can I do without you? You're the only one left. First it was mom, and then Grams, and Andy, and Prue. And now... now you're the only person who was with me all my life. I can't go on alone."

"You're not alone," Phoebe said. "You've got Paige, Leo, and Wyatt now. You'll be all right."

"What about the power of three?" Piper said. "We are the power of three. We were lucky to find Paige when we did, but if you die, it's all over."

"Maybe this was our destiny," Phoebe said. "We are the most powerful witches in history. We destroyed the Source of all evil, and now we can make sure that no one will ever have to deal with another one. What more could we do?"

"You think it's our destiny to die?" Piper asked. "I sure as hell don't. That's not what we were called to do."

"Please, don't make this any harder than it already is," Phoebe said.

"I want it to be hard for you," Piper said. "I want you to change your mind, before it's too late."

"Goodbye Piper," Phoebe said.

"I am not saying goodbye." Piper turned her head away angrily.

"Paige," Phoebe said. "I remember when we first found out about you. I wasn't sure about anything back then, so close to Prue's death. But now I look at you, and I am amazed by you. If someone had told me that I could love you as much as I loved my other sisters, I wouldn't have believed them. But I do."

"I love you too, Phoebe," Paige said. "Before I met you, I didn't know what it meant to have a sister. Now I don't know how I'm gonna live without you."

"You'll manage," Phoebe said. "I didn't think I could live without Prue, but we survived. You're a survivor, Paige. And Piper needs you."

"She needs you," Paige said. "We both do."

"Don't try to stop me," Phoebe said. "I don't think I could take it."

"All right, I won't," Paige said. "I just wish I could take your place."

"Goodbye Paige," Phoebe said.

Paige wiped her hand across her eyes. "Goodbye."

Phoebe put her hands over the books. As her hand moved over the Grimoire, she could feel the dark magic holding her back. It was though she was being repelled by a magnet. Then, the book of shadows opened on its own, revealing the spell.

She looked at the spell, but it was written in strange symbols that she didn't recognize. The power that would destroy the Grimoire was older than language; created the day good and evil were created. It was as old as the world itself. And as Phoebe looked at the symbols, she realized that somehow, she could read them.

"Stand back," Phoebe said.

"No," Piper said. "If you want to do this, you'll have to kill me too."

Paige and Piper blurred, and suddenly they were standing a few feet away.

"Cole!" Piper shouted.

"I'm sorry," Cole said.

"You're killing her. Don't you get that?" Piper said.

"We don't have the right to stop her," Cole said.

"I'll miss all of you," Phoebe said. "But I know I'll be watching over you."

Phoebe then looked at the books, and started chanting rhythmically. None of them, not even Cole, understood the words of the spell, but it had an almost hypnotic quality to it. Somehow, they knew that it was a spell to summon the strength to destroy the Grimoire. She was calling on the ancient power and the eldest of gods. In that one spell, she invoked all that was good in the world, from the wisdom of the Elders to the love of her sisters, and the power of the Halliwell witches.

A wall of flame rose from the floor, obscuring Phoebe. But they could still hear her chanting steadily from within the fiery circle.

Piper and Paige held onto each other as they watched, unable to move or speak. The circle of fire was slowly moving inward, tightening like a noose.

"I can't watch this," Cole said, and he blurred out.