Paige: No! Don't die from shock!! Please, live and read!!! *runs over to fallen reader and starts CPR* Live I say!!!

Leo: If you don't live she'll start mouth to mouth... and who would want that? ^_~

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Paige would have glared at the man leading them into the bank, but she felt terrible and too weak to even muster a frown. Her head was killing her, her leg was throbbing, and she had this horrible feeling that something was up with that dream of her's. She kept seeing those two women getting hurt.

"Move faster," the man growled, jabbing her in the back with the gun.

"I can't!" she muttered loudly. "My leg won't listen to me!"

"Don't press me, witch," the man said in her ear.

'Witch?' she thought. 'What the hell does he mean by that?'

They entered the bank soon after. Paige received a few curious glances because of her leg but other than that everyone just continued on with their normal boring bank business, mindless of the fact that they were about to have something to tell their family at dinner that night.

"Now what?" Paige hissed at Leo. Leo opened his mouth to answer but the warlock pulled out the gun.

"That happens." He was dragged towards the now-masked warlock, the warlock keeping an iron-like grip on his wrist. His fingers dug into Leo's skin. Leo squirmed slightly until the warlock put the gun under his ribcage.

"Ok, nobody move!" The warlock yelled, thrusting a bag at a teller. "Fill it!" The poor young woman looked so shocked. "I SAID FILL IT!" He roared, waving it in front of her face. Leo shifted so that the barrel of the gun was not under his ribs as much.

"Oh no, you're not gonna get away with that," The warlock put the tube of cold metal to Leo's temple. "Faster or there are gonna be a lot of brains in here!"

Paige covered her mouth with her hand in shock. She may not know this Leo guy but she felt a connection with him. But what could she do? Her leg was useless and she felt like her head was about to explode.

That's when she felt a sense of déjà vu. A feeling that all of this had happened before in a similar way. 'Maybe this Leo guy is right...' she thought. 'Maybe I have lost my memory.'

Someone was dragging her out of the bank. She looked up and noticed that it was the man with Leo on his other side and a bag of money under his arm.

"Move faster, witch. The cops are coming and I don't want to have to deal with them."

"I can't..." Paige said through gritted teeth.

"She's right, give her a break." The warlock had put the gun away now and dragged Leo across the street. He threw the bag into the back of the truck as sirens wailed in the distance.

"Hurry up!" The warlock started the engine and drove off, his tires squealing.

"Leo, why does this all feel familiar?" Paige whispered.

"It's happened before. He took us to a different bank..."

"Oh..."

"The cops are tailing us!" The warlock shouted. He blinked into the back and blinked out with Paige and Leo.

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"W-where are we?" Paige gasped. "What just happened? How did we get here?"

"Y-You don't know?" The warlock grinned. "I thought you were a witch..."

"Why do you keep calling me that?" Paige demanded angrily.

"It's what you are. How do you not know?" He shook his head. "There's no time for that now." He shoved them both into two wooden chairs in the middle of the room. Paige grunted as pain shot through her leg.

The warlock wrenched Leo's hands behind his back, and Leo heard duct tape being ripped off a reel. Leo found his wrists stuck together. The world went dark as a blindfold was pulled across his eyes.

"Hey, I'd like to see, you know..." Leo grumbled, listening to Paige struggling next to him.

"Stay still..." The warlock hissed.

"Hey, where are we anyway?" Leo asked, trying to see around the edges of the thick material. He failed.

"What good would it do you knowing?" Leo shrugged.

"I dunno, I just wanna know."

Paige grunted when the man tightened the tape around her wrist. Did he get some kind of kick out of hurting them?

"Now," the man said. "Don't go anywhere." He laughed then his voice faded away as he walked out.

"Paige?"

"What?" she asked irritably.

"Are you okay?"

"Oh, sure I'm fine. I feel great! Never felt better!"

She heard Leo sigh in frustration. "No, he didn't hurt you anymore, did he?"

"No," Paige said. "I'm sorry. I'm just....." she paused. "Really scared."

"Yeah," Leo said. "Me, too."

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All Piper felt was pain. Constant pain. And worry. Even in a coma she was worried. But wait, if she was in a coma could she be thinking?

She mentally shrugged. 'Who cares,' she thought. 'At least I'm alive.'

An image started to form in front of her. It felt like a dream but she knew something about this was real, even before the picture was clear.

It was Paige and Leo. And they were tied to some chairs, blindfolded and talking. Paige was hurt and Leo looked tired and worried.

Then, everything went black again. And Piper hurt all over her body.

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Paige suddenly gasped. "Hey, do you feel that?"

"What?"

"Like someone is watching us." Paige strained to see through the thick fabric around her eyes. "And it feels like that woman in my dream."

"Feels like?"

"Yeah, like I know her."

Leo chewed on his lip. Could the sisters have a stronger bond? Could their separation be making their connection even stronger than before?

Paige struggled to get out of her chair but finally just sagged in defeat. "Something's wrong, Leo. I can feel it. One of those women is hurt. And there's nothing we can do to help!"

"That feeling sucks, huh?"

"Yeah. It does... Leo?"

"Mm...?"

"Why does he keep calling me a witch?" Leo frowned. How was he going to tell her? How would she take it?

"Well Paige... That's because you are..."