"I'm not crazy."

"Nobody said you were, hon."

"Then why are you looking at me like that?"

Piper sighed and glanced at Phoebe. Both young ladies had listened to their sister's tale. While Piper had instantly gone to concerned, more for Prue's mental state than any actual danger, Phoebe had gone somewhat sullen. Her sisters didn't usually encroach on her passive power, and though she had longed for something more active, she still held onto her ability dearly.

"Prue, I'm just worried about you," Piper said, resting her hand gently on top of Prue's. "It's been less than a year, and we know how hard Andy's death has been on you."

"I'm not seeing things!" She jerked her hand back and stood. She began to pace back and forth around the small white table. "I mean, I am seeing things, but it's not because I'm crazy." Prue continued to pace, then stopped in front of the window. "Right here. I went through this window. Then you, Piper."

"Where was I?" Phoebe asked, her first words since asking if her sister were sure that it had been some kind of precognitive vision and not just a bad dream.

"How am I supposed to know? He didn't tell me." She sighed and her shoulders slumped. "All I know is that Cole is Balthazar, and because of him, I ended up dead, and then all Hell broke loose, literally, and you two were dead, too."

"What about Leo?" Piper asked. "You didn't see him anywhere except the wedding, but there had to be a reason for that. Maybe he's supposed to find out something from the elders."

"This I highly doubt." Prue rolled her eyes. "You know, for them to be all wise and knowing, they never seem to know exactly what's going on."

"Uh... I don't think you should talk about them like that."

"I don't care!" Prue looked up and screamed in frustration. The most retched parts of life were always thrown at them, the Charmed Ones, born to save the world from evil, and the job handed them was thankless. The Elders rarely gave anything helpful other than Leo, and she'd already seen how helpful he'd been. When she died, he wasn't there to save her. And he hadn't had the decency to even say who he really was in time to save Andy. He may have been a literal Godsend for Piper and her lovelife, but for Prue, she seemed to have constantly been let down.

"I still think it was just a bad dream," Phoebe said slowly. "I mean, you really don't get premonitions. And that's what that was. Okay, so it was a little clearer, and you had a guide, which I don't even get, and how totally screwed up is that? My power and I don't even get..."

"Phoebe!" Piper tilted her head to the side and widened her eyes.

"Oh, yeah.. Point. The point here is... I think it was a bad dream. You're just feeling down about Andy. I mean, you're lonely. Piper's got Leo. I've got Cole, who I SO do not believe is Balthazar, by the way, and you're missing Andy. It's totally understandable."

"I am not lonely. I am not missing Andy." She stopped, then shook her head. "Okay, so maybe I am missing Andy. But my Andy dreams have nothing to do with death and Armaggedon. They have to do with... with..." She blushed, then shook her head again. "Nevermind. They just aren't like that, okay? So just... stop with the whole it was a dream, okay?"

Piper looked to Phoebe for some kind of insight, but finding none, stood up and walked up behind Prue. She put a hand on her sister's shoulder and the older Halliwell just sighed. "I saw you die," Prue said softly. "I saw us all die, and Andy showed it to me. There had to be a reason. Everything has to be connected somehow."

"This isn't the first time we've been in danger since Andy died. The Elders..."

"Personal gain!" Phoebe stood up, interrupting Piper. "If it really was a vision, that's why Andy brought it and it wasn't just given to me."

Both women turned to Phoebe with incredulous looks. "Come again?" Piper said, still somewhat flustered by being cut off, but deciding to let it pass for the moment.

"Okay, so you know there's that rule about personal gain, right? So, they wouldnt' help us use our powers to help ourselves. So, I couldn't exactly see us all dying 'cause that would be personal gain."

"But you saw it in the future. Remember?"

"But that wasn't just me, Piper. That was that guy with his stupid poopy dog. And all the other witches that were screwed over in the process. This, though... this is just us."

"So, you're saying that someone else sent Andy, and to Prue. Because..."

"Who else would he go to?"

"Ya know, as much as this rarely happens, you do have a point."

"Oh, thanks." Phoebe rolled her eyes and groaned. "Prue's usually the one that says stuff like that."

"Well, she's not exactly up to it right now."

"I know, but it just sounds weird coming from you. You're the nice one."

The light-hearted banter ceased as Prue said, "We have to get in touch with Andy." She turned from the window, trying to shake the chill that came from standing in the spot that would later cause her demise, then looked at her sisters, her dark eyes cold. "I think Grams sent him."

"Why Grams?" Piper asked.

"When he showed me the wedding... there was no point in showing me that. We're passed it, ya know? But he was there, standing between Mom and Grams, but he was closer to Grams. She sent him to warn us, because as much as this is personal gain in a way, it's not all about us."

Prue folded her arms in a light hug around her mid-drift, shivering for a moment as the skin of her forearm touched the small spanse of bare flesh between the hem of her top and waist of her slacks. She took a step back, separating herself from Piper, then turning eyes on both of her sisters.

"If we die, the world as we know it ends. Everything will go black and the Source will take over. Cole may be Balthazar, but... I don't know. There's something else there. I mean, he wasn't at the funeral, but why show him there? And when he just had Cole's face, why did he look sad? There are questions that we need answered and only Andy can do that."

Piper and Phoebe looked at Prue, watching her expression grow more and more sorrowful by the second, as if she was almost sure that to not try and contact Andy would mean resigning herself to her own death, to all of their deaths. Piper sighed and let her shoulders slump. "I'll call P-3 and tell them I'll be in later."

"I can skip out of class," Phoebe said. "Not that I'm complaining, 'cause I don't have any tests and that guy is really boring. I just always thought ditching was supposed to be a fun affair."

"I'll call Buckland's," Prue said, turning and starting to walk away. "They'll just have to get by without me. I'll be upstairs at the book. There's gotta be something in there that can help us figure this all out. Oh, and Piper, don't call Leo just yet. We'll let him know what's going on when we know."

Prue continued up to the attic, unsure of everything. She knew there had to be some consequence for what they were doing, even if they had turned a case of personal gain into a higher cause. However, any punishment they could be given would be better than the death of the Charmed Ones. As Prue reached the attic, her thoughts still dour, a familiar, soft voice filled her head. "Do you really think they'd have let me do it if it wasn't meant to be?"

Prue stood with her hand on the attic door and let out a shaky sigh. "Grams... to sanity's rescue again." Shaking her head, Prue went inside, leaving the door open behind her. She went straight for the book and started flipping through the pages, confidant that if the page didn't come swiftly to her hands, it would at least do it for either Prue or Piper. They were the Charmed Ones after all. Together, they could find whatever they needed. She just hoped that they could also defeat anything standing together, as well.