Phoebe woke up hours later, disoriented and unsure of where she was. Hew back was sore which she soon realized was the result of laying on the hard cement floor. A thick haze surrounded her. She rubbed her eyes trying to clear the fuzziness but it wouldn't go away. And it was all around her, one big cloud. Phoebe stood up, trying her best to see clearly. The most she could see was a couple feet away. Walking with her hands out in front of her she tried to feel her way out of wherever she was. Trying to recall where she was she remembered the last few minutes that she had spent in the Manor. Paige's birthday, Piper, Cole! She remembered being in Cole's arms struggling and then… and then she was here.

"That bastard!" Phoebe thought to herself as her hands touched a cool, metallic surface. She went as close as she could to be able to see the thick black bars. Keeping her left hand on the bars she walked around, guessing that her little cell was about six feet by eight feet. She needed t find a way out but there didn't seem to be a latch or door anywhere. And then she remembered her power. She walked around the cell again, this time keeping both hands on the bard trying as hard as she could to trigger a premonition. And then she had one. Her eyes shut closed as she watched. Phoebe waited to see something of importance but just like her reality the premonition was also fog filled.

Control. Phoebe took control of her vision. Something she had never done before. She controlled it to stay, to keep going. Maybe if she watched long enough she would be able to see something through the grey fog. She wasn't sure how long she kept her premonition up but soon she saw the fog clear. All of a sudden she was looking at a place that was all too familiar, the penthouse. And then it was over, she couldn't keep her premonition going any longer. She opened her eyes and saw… the penthouse.

"What the?" she said aloud as she looked around her old penthouse.

"Didn't want to disturb you,"

"Cole!" Phoebe gasped. She tried to move but couldn't. Her hands were tied behind her back and there must have been some magical restraints on her. Her eyes darted arpund the room looking for Cole.

"I'm over here," Cole said.

Before Phoebe could turn around she was magically transported into a chair by the kitchen table, sitting directly across from Cole.

"Hi," he said, giving Phoebe a small wave.

She gave him a disgusted look, "What do you want, Cole?"

All he could do was laugh. How many times did he have to tell her? "I want you,"