Charlie and Jamie were kneeling down in one of the Source's chambers. As Phoebe glanced around the room, she recognized it as the one the Source had kept her in. The shackles, bloodstains, lack of windows and doors. Mostly, it was the feel Phoebe got in the room, which was one of hopefulness. It was the same room. As Phoebe's attention turned back to Charlie and Jamie, she noticed that the Source held a fireball in each hand, with his arms extended towards both men. As if in slow motion, the Source flung the fireballs towards the men and both burst into flames. The only thing that was left of the two men was two piles of ashes were each stood. The Source stood in his same position; laughter erupted silently throughout the room.

Phoebe came out of her premonition feeling a wave of dizziness flow over her. With her hand still on Charlie's shoulder, she leaned in and whispered, "Don't, not now, there will be a time for that but now is not that time." Phoebe looked at Charlie, whose eyes were still fixed on Cole. She saw, felt the depth of the pain and hatred reflected in them.

Phoebe turned to Cole, "Go get Jamie." Cole looked at her for a moment, "Go get Jamie." Cole, still looking slightly confused for a moment shimmered out. Phoebe was left looking at the space that only a moment before had been occupied by the man should use to want to do anything for.

After a moment, Phoebe felt someone's arms slip around her from behind her. She turned around and came face to face with her sister, "Phebes, are you okay sweetie?"

Phoebe looked into Prue's blue eyes, what she saw hurt almost more than anything at the moment. She saw concern, worry, and dare she say fear in the eyes of her big sister. It hurt so much that Phoebe felt she had to keep certain events in her life hidden from her sisters. "Yeah, Prue, I'm good, I just need a minute."

Prue pulled out of the embrace and went to take Piper's spot as Piper moved towards Phoebe. Giving Phoebe a quick hug Piper whispered, "We'll be waiting in the living room when you are ready."

"Thanks," was all Phoebe had the courage to whisper back at the moment.

Piper walked back to where Prue was waiting, and the two sisters entered the other room. Phoebe turned back to Charlie. "How could you let him go, after what he did to you, to Clay, to the girls!" Charlie stated loudly.

Phoebe had to face Charlie's anger here and now. "He is the only on that can help at the moment. I had a premonition of the Source killing you and Jamie. He is the only one that has the best chance of finding Jamie."

"That doesn't mean we need his help, you could have done it, right. I could have done it." Charlie was not going to give in so easily. "Phoebe, what is it you're not telling me?" Charlie pleaded.

Phoebe looked Charlie in the eyes; she saw nothing their and that scared her. "You know how I told you that I knew Cole/Belthazor." Charlie shook his head, confirming the knowledge being given. "Well, Cole and I were together before Jamie came and..." Phoebe watched as Charlie's face fell at being told this.

"You are in love with a demon, the demon that killed my son and grand daughters! Phoebe I...I...I can't." Charlie walked out of the kitchen heading towards the front door.

Phoebe had tears coming down her cheek while Charlie was yelling. When he exited the kitchen, she jogged after him. "Charlie I didn't know. Chalrie..."

Charlie turned around to face Phoebe away from the open front door. Prue and Piper came running to join behind Phoebe. "Sleeping with the very demon who...who...I can't even say it anymore. Tell me Phoebe, what would he say, what would they say."

"I can't change that!" the more Phoebe continued, the more she cried. "Don't you think it breaks my heart, knowing he, they died because of me? Please don't go Charlie, don't add to my list of regrets." Phoebe was so caught up in the heat of the moment; she hadn't even realized that Prue and Piper had joined her.

Charlie looked at Phoebe in disgust. "Why should I try to make you feel any better? It's not like you did the same for me." Charlie turned around and walked out the door slamming it shut.

Phoebe burst into tears. She began to feel week as her knees buckled. Prue and Piper squatted down to her level. They both just held Phoebe for a moment. Then Phoebe just jumped up, breaking their hold and took off up the stairs into her room.

Prue and Piper just stood up as Phoebe took off. Both looked at each other, not quite sure what they were suppose to do. They were silent a moment. Piper was the first to speak, "She'll come around, we just need to give her some time."

"I don't think she will," Prue voiced. She knew there was something wrong with Phoebe, something she wasn't telling anyone.

They moved into the living room, waiting. For what, neither one was quite sure.

A half an hour later, Cole and Jamie shimmered into the living room.

"Cole?" Piper asked.

"Where's Phoebe?" Jamie asked.

"Cole?" Piper said a little louder this time. He gave her that look where you knew he was paying attention. "Hi, whose your little friend here?" Piper questioned.

Cole looked at Jamie. He could have sworn Piper knew Jamie. Not having really talked to Phoebe, Cole was unaware that Phoebe hasn't told her sisters anything about what happened in New York. He looked back to Jamie, and then he looked back to Piper. "Uh, Piper, this is Jamie, and that's Prue," Cole said pointing over to Prue, who gave a little wave.

"Where's Phoebe?" Jamie asked again.

"She's upstairs, but I don't think..." Piper stopped, Jamie was already up the stairs.

Jamie got upstairs and realized that he didn't know which room was Phoebe's. Jamie took a guess and picked the closest room who's door was closed. He knocked on the door, "Phoebe. It's Jamie, look I really need to talk to you," he pleaded. Jamie heard the door unlock. He opened it and stuck his head in, "Can I come in?" he asked politely.

"Yeah, come on in Jamie," he could tell Phoebe had been crying, Her voice was all muffled. "I have something to tell you too."

"If you don't mind, I think I should go first." Jamie said, very straightforwardly.

"Sure," Phoebe said, not really caring at the moment. She was to distraught over Charlie.

"It's about Dad," Jamie mentioned. Phoebe looked up in concern.