A/N: This is much shorter than normal. It's late and I'm tired. Lol. Sorry. Thanks for all the reviews, though! I have some I want to answer, but I'll save it for next chapter.

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Piper realized too late what she had said.

"I mean our sisters – my other sisters –"

Paige shook her head. "It's okay," she said softly. "Kind of weird, you know? We knew we were sisters ten years ago and then- I don't know what happened."

"I do," Piper said, frowning. "Grams fooled with our memories. She made us forget what happened here ten years ago, everything about the demons and us knowing each other and how exactly we had become half-sisters."

"Why would she do that?" Paige asked.

"Because I wasn't supposed to know about my powers yet. And you- I don't really know why. Grams said something – I think, it's still fuzzy – about the Charmed Ones not getting their powers if the Elders new about you. And I think she said it was also for protection," Piper replied, then frowned. "Plus, witches and Whitelighters were forbidden to be together than. Leo and I changed-" Piper gasped. "Leo! He helped us out of here that night!"

"Leo?"

"Remember that man? The one who found us that night we got out of here. He helped us get out. It was Leo – eh, Leo's our Whitelighter – a Guardian Angel for witches – and he's now my husband."

Paige nodded. "Still confused. But I remember him, now."

There was a moment of silence.

"So, what do we do now?" Paige asked. "I want out of here as soon as possible."

"So do I. But I have a feeling that if someone's sent us here, there is no exit," Piper told her.

Paige gulped. "So then what?"

Piper shrugged. "Prue and Phoebe will figure it out. Until then, we walk around. See what's going on."

Paige nodded and followed Piper out the door. The place seemed to be deserted.

"Reminds me of that night when we were trapped here alone and fighting to get out," Paige joked.

Piper stopped dead. "Maybe – but – it's not-"

"What are you mumbling about?" Paige questioned, as Piper started walking again and Paige had to walk faster to keep up.

"Have you been having weird dreams about this place? Ones that do this-?" Piper asked, showing Paige the gauze on her wrists.

"Yeah," Paige said shakily.

Piper sighed, looking around. "It looks like someone's trying to recreate the night we got away. Three guesses who. But that means that demons could be lurking around, or worse. We just need to stick together, okay?"

No answer.

"Paige?" Piper turned around.

Paige was gone.

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"Piper?" Paige called, gulping. One moment she had been with Piper. The next, she was . . . wherever she was now.

"Paige."

The whispery, sing song voice floated over her and sent chills down her spine.

"Hello?" she called.

A cold mist enveloped her, making her dizzy and tired.

"Ten years ago, you felt free. You hurt yourself to feel good. It worked. You felt more assured of yourself. Cutting was your way of escape. You want to do it again."

"I want . . . I want to do-" Paige gasped, eyes half open. She shook her head. "No! Who's there? What do you want?"

Suddenly, a razor appeared before her eyes.

"Do it, Paige. You know you want to."

"No!" Paige cried, running down the hall. She had to escape the voice, the razor, and the temptation.

A man materialized before her.

"You! You were here ten years ago!" Paige gasped, backing off.

He grinned. "And if you won't do it yourself," he said, waving at Paige's arms so that they were held out before her, wrists up. "I'll do it for you."

"No," Paige cried, trying to move, but unable to.

The man grinned more as a razor appeared in his hand.

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Piper wandered the halls for what seemed like hours, calling Paige's name. But she was nowhere to be found. As time creeped by, Piper became more worried.

"Piper!"

Piper spun around.

"Prue? You figured it out!" she cried happily, running and hugging her sister.

"I did! I figured it out!" Prue broke away from Piper. "Cutting was your way of escape. You need it. Why Grams ever sent you here in the first place-"

"Prue, what are you talking about? Cutting was the worst thing I ever did," Piper said, frowning and backing away.

"Here," Prue said, holding out a razor. "I brought this."

"No," Piper said, shaking her head. "Who are you? You aren't my sister!"

Prue laughed manically, then shifted into the man who had attacked Piper ten years ago – the one with the nametag 'Brian.'

"No, I'm not Prue."

"You trapped us in here, didn't you?" Piper snapped.

Brian nodded once. "I'm going to finish the job I started."

"Not likely. Paige and I are over cutting. Nothing you can do will trick us into it!"

"Are you positive?" Brian asked, smirking.

Piper paled. "What did you do to her? Where is she?"

"Nowhere you'll ever find her," he said, laughing. "Be mindful, Piper. I've never failed before." He vanished before Piper could retaliate.

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"Nothing!"

Phoebe slammed the Book shut, furious.

"Pheebs, she cut herself. She's in a coma now. This is nothing magical," Prue said sadly.

"No, it is!" Phoebe snapped. "Piper wouldn't do that to herself again. She wouldn't! Plus she's looked awful for days now, Piper. She's been pale and shaky and ill. And now she's feverish and passed out. Plus what about those dreams? Some demon or something set this up!"

Prue sighed. "Let's keep looking then."

Phoebe nodded, and opened the Book again.