A.N-Ok. this is where it gets confusing because characters from Sweep (Morgan) now come into the story. Please don't get confused. You'll have to keep reading if you want to be able to understand it properly.

(Chapter 2: Funeral)

(BOS entry included)

I read in the newspaper that there's a funeral on today in San Fran Cisco. The young woman who died was a witch. Her name was Phoebe Halliwell. Something is telling me to go to the funeral. I will go and no one can stop me. I HAVE to go.

- M.R

Piper Halliwell and Paige Matthews stood beside their dead sister's coffin, tears streaming down their faces. Many had come to the funeral of Phoebe Halliwell and the funeral of the charmed ones. Talk about déjà vu, Piper thought as she remembered what had happened to Prue. The circle had been broken. Unless they had another sister, the power of three was gone. What would they do with out Phoebe? First Prue, now her! Who would be next?

Leo pulled Piper into a loving embrace as she sobbed into his shoulder. Paige, with tears in her eyes, went to say good-bye to the people who had come to pay their respects.

One was a young woman of about twenty years of age. She had shiny dark brown hair that fell to her waist and dark brown eyes that were slightly tilted at the edges. She was tall and slim with no feminine curve on her body. But she was powerful, very powerful.

"I'm sorry for your loss," The girl said, her voice thick with emotion. Were there tears in her eyes, threatening to spill? No! This girl didn't even know the Halliwells!

"Thank you for coming," Paige said, taking her hand. "You look familiar? Do I know you?"

"Err." The girl seemed slightly nervous. "I don't think so."

"What's your name?" Paige asked with startling confidence. "I'm sure I've seen you before!"

"I'm Morgan Riordan," Morgan answered. "And you're Paige Halliwell."

Paige was startled. What powers did this girl have? "How did you know that?" She whispered. Morgan smiled and shrugged.

"I guess it was just a coincidence," Paige muttered to herself as the young witch walked off. But she stopped suddenly, hearing what Paige had said.

"There are no coincidences," Morgan told her with a smirk. True, Paige thought.

"So who was that you were talking to at the funeral?" Piper asked later that day.

"Oh, it was this young witch called Morgan Riordan," Paige murmured and took a sip of her tea. "She looked so familiar…It was like I'd seen her before."

Piper grinned at her. "Déjà vu, huh?" But Paige shook her head.

"No, it's not like that," She said. "I can't explain it. Piper, maybe she's the one." Piper just laughed.

"What?" She snorted. "Another charmed sister? No way. Look, Paige, the power of three is dead! We can't bring it back; we CAN'T bring our sister back. I tried to bring Prue back and it didn't work!" And with that, she stormed upstairs.

But deep down inside, Piper knew that Paige was right.