"As you can see," said Todd finally, "those pictures are pictures of the three of you. And your fingerprints are a match. At least the one's for Prue are. They match the prints of a body that was brought into the morgue a few weeks ago. A body that subsequently vanished without a trace. That seems to happen to the three of you quite a bit. People simply vanishing for no apparent reason."
"It's some kind of mistake, that's all," Piper said.
"Oh, it's no mistake," Todd said. "I was very thorough in my investigation. Those cards are photocopies of the originals. I've double-checked them. They're very accurate. It's taken me a while to piece things together but I think I've gotten a pretty good picture of what happened.
"First, for whatever reason, the three of you went back to 1975. Then you kidnapped your younger selves. I can only speculate as to why you would do something like that. I imagine it probably had something to do with protecting yourselves in some way.
"And it's no wonder your mother and grandmother eventually dropped the charges against you. When they discovered who you really were, I imagine they didn't have any choice. They couldn't very well send you to prison, now could they? I mean you were their own flesh and blood after all."
"What do you want?" Prue asked. "You obviously want something or you wouldn't have shown us this. And you're either very stupid or very smart coming here like this if you believe we are witches. So what do you want from us?"
"First," said Todd, "I want to know the truth. You are witches', aren't you?"
None of the sisters spoke. They just looked at Todd.
"You know," said Todd, "your mother and grandmother may have dropped the charges against you, but technically you are still wanted for jumping bail."
"What if we are witches?" Piper asked. "What does that have to do with you?"
"It might have everything," said Todd. "Listen, if I had wanted to hurt you or cause you any trouble, all I'd have to do is turn what I have over to the proper authorities. In fact, I have a friend in the FBI who's helped me with some of this. All quite unofficial, of course. You might say I have a proposition for you."
"What kind of proposition?" Phoebe asked.
"First things first," Todd said. "You are witches, aren't you? In fact, you aren't just witches. You're the Charmed Ones, aren't you?"
"What if we are?" asked Prue. "What does that have to do with this proposition?"
"I'll take that as a yes," Todd said. "Trudeau had no idea what he had gotten himself into, did he? I mean he knew that you were hiding some kind of secret, but I doubt he'd have guessed anything like that in a million years."
"Enough," snapped Prue. "You got what you came here for. With all this information, you can cause a lot of problems for us. Since you know who and what we are, you also know there are some very powerful bad guys out there. Bad guys I seriously doubt you're equipped to deal with. Since you seem intent on blackmailing us for something I suggest you get to it. What do you want from us?"
"I have no intention of blackmailing you," Todd said. "In fact, I plan to give you all the information I've collected on you these past few weeks. And my friend in the FBI is waiting for a call from me. One word and your checkered past with the law will become nothing more than some footnote in a forgotten file buried in a filing cabinet somewhere."
"You did all this just to give it to us?" Piper asked. "Now why don't I believe you?"
"Well, that does involve the proposition I mentioned," said Todd. "In exchange for all this, I would only ask one small favor in return."
"I thought so," said Prue. "Just what is this small favor you want?"
Todd smiled at the girls. He could imagine what they must be thinking right now. He also knew that they would never come close to guessing what he actually had in mind.
"It's very simple," Todd said finally. "I want you to make me mortal."