Nikki Dranville sat on the floor of her new apartment with her sister. "Aimee," she yelled, "what did you do to the window?" Aimee walked out of the bathroom and turned towards her sister, and the broken window. "I didn't do that Nikki, I don't know how that happened." She said slowly and fearfully. Nikki pulled her bat out of her room, and prowled through the big apartment. Aimee had been asleep since before Nikki left for the party at her favorite nightclub. She looked in every room in the apartment and found a broken window in the back room too. She waved her hand in front of the window and it was fixed. She walked back into the living room and fixed that window too. She walked downstairs to her landlord's apartment and knocked hard on the door. "What'dya want?" Mrs. Freedman yelled from inside. It was only 9 in the morning. She came to the door and said, "What?" "Someone broke into my apartment, I was wondering why the alarm didn't go off, wake my sister, and send cops here." Nikki said dryly to the short old woman. "It's not working." "Woulda been nice to know this before! I coulda fixed it." Mrs. Freedman closed the door on Nikki. Nikki stormed back upstairs to her apartment. The door to the apartment across the hall was open, and the new tenant was standing in the doorway talking to Aimee. Aimee saw her sister and nodded slightly indicating he didn't know anything had happened.

(Nikki's POV)

I don't know this new tenant here, and I didn't intend to, but now I guess I have to. Aimee gave me a look that said he was okay. So I walked up behind him, bat against my shoulder, and tapped him. He turned around and I was caught off guard. He has the same color eyes as I do. I blinked a few times before I found my voice again. "Hello, I'm Nikki Dranville, and you are?" "Chris Halliwell. Nice to meet you." We shook hands and I invited him in for breakfast. So we were eating our food and he said, "So where did you live before here?" "We grew up in Brooklyn. But we spent a lot of time in Manhattan with the other girls in our old group." Aimee answered. I smiled at my, annoying, little sister. I was older, according to the letter from our mother, by 3 minutes.

When Chris left later, around noon, Aimee and I went into our separate rooms. She turned on her CD with Stupid Cupid, and I turned on Ain't nothing but a She Thing and started punching my bag. I kept doing that for half an hour, and then sat on my bed, letting my CD play, and pulled the letter from my mother out from the silver jewelry box under my bed. It said, I Dear Child, I don't know your name because you have only just been born. No your father does not know about you. I'm only 16, and he's 15 so, I can't exactly take care of you. My sister Piper has helped me a lot, she helped me find a family that would take you in. Unlike my sister, who said she would insist on her children having the family tradition of a P name, I won't do anything. I just hope you can forgive me. I do love you, I just can't keep you. I'm sorry, so very sorry. You were born 3 minutes before your sister. You should never have to hide, and remember if you ever need me, go to St. Raphael's church in San Francisco, and ask about Phoebe, they'll help you. I only ask one thing from you. That one day you'll find me. Please, I want to know what my kid grew up to be.

All my love,

Phoebe Halliwell /I

I felt tears behind my eyes and blinked them away. I fell back on my bed and fell asleep.