"What were you doing out there, bug?" Prue asked as she poured Paige a glass of orange juice.

"Nothing just---''

The two were interrupted by Piper's scream for them from upstairs. Prue sped up the stairs with Paige slowly behind her. Prue followed Piper's voice and was shocked at what she found.

"Oh, my God," she muttered. "Paige! Call 911! What happened? How long has she been like this?"

"I don't know I just found her," Piper responded frantically.

Suddenly, the two were aware of Paige's presence. She was leaning against the closet's doorframe. Prue looked at her angrily.

"Why aren't you calling 911?" she practically yelled.

"Just put her back and bed and check on her to make she -she isn't dead," Paige said quietly.

Prue looked at her skeptically. She tilted her head. What was going on?

"No, that's it! Paige, call 911."

"No!"

Throughout all this yelling, Piper carried Phoebe to her bed.

"Paige, what is your problem? She needs help don't you see that?" Piper asked.

"Of course, I've seen that. I've seen it since the day I saw her after the shooting. You cannot just walk back into our lives and take back your places. You lost those places when you walked out. If you call 911 authorities will get notified we'll be separated. You and Piper might not care about that but I do. I can't let that happen. You're not in charge here anymore, Prue."

"Paige—''

"No! I've had it! I've had it with you telling me that things will get better. Like before, I was just sitting on the porch and you butt in. We've been doing fine on our own. We've been taking care of ourselves just fine. We don't need your help." Paige took a deep breath. " Just put her to bed and let her sleep."

Prue and Piper looked at each other in shock. However, only long enough for Prue to collect herself before she ran after Paige.

"Paige, stop," Prue's voice was gentler. "Do you want to talk?"

"No, I don't want to talk," Paige said angrily. "You cannot fix this, Prue. Face it. This is how things are, and if you don't like them leave. You never seem to have a problem with that."

Paige slammed her door in Prue's face leaving Prue stunned. For the first time, Prue's confidence was gone. Perhaps she couldn't fix this.

Paige stared out the window. Prue didn't understand. She couldn't fix this. She couldn't make things right. The fact of the matter was that Paige wasn't mad about Prue leaving. Her sisters' departure was really the least of her problems. However, it seemed like a good outlet for her anger. It was the easy thing to blame. She really hadn't even felt abandoned. Quite, frankly she didn't even know if she missed them. All she knew was her friend was dead and her sister was a drunk, her father was gone and her mother had given up. Her sisters weren't her problem anymore. So why did she keep blaming them?

Prue watched Piper from the door care to Phoebe. This wasn't right, but Paige was right she couldn't fix this easily. She needed help. She picked up the phone in the hall and dialed the only one whom she knew would get her started.

"Hey Andy, this is Prue. I need to see you. . . . I know . . . Things have been happening . . . I need to know what's happened. I need to fix this."