Phoebe sat in the hospital bed. She had a concussion, a broken rib, and a number of other cuts and bruises, not to mention the rape or the dislocated thumb. The door to Phoebe's hospital room suddenly burst open. "Phoebe! Oh my god!" Daryl rushed over to her side and gave her a light hug. "Phoebe, how are you holding up?"

"I'm doing okay. I just want to go home. Did you come to take me home?"

"Yes Phoebe I did. The only thing is that they want you to identify the guy. Can you do that?"

"I guess," Phoebe replied, with not too much emotion.

"I haven't informed Prue or Piper yet, I wanted to wait for you to be able to talk to them. You want to know the weird thing though? They hadn't reported you missing."

Phoebe was quiet for a moment. "They probably don't even know yet. Prue and I are in a major fight. I see Prue and Piper for a couple of hours on Saturday, that's it."

"I'm really starting to get worried about Phoebe," Piper stated.

"Why are we just noticing this now? I swear, I'm gonna find her to make sure she's okay and then I'm gonna kill her."

Leo orbed in at that moment. "Hey," Leo said.

"Leo, do you know where Phoebe is?"

"No, why?"

"We haven't seen her for a few days, could you maybe check on her for us."

After a couple of moments of silence, "Well?" Piper asked Leo.

"I can't sense her. She hasn't been using her magic."

"Why is it that when something goes wrong that is the time you can never sense anyone," Prue replied rather loudly.

"What happened?" Leo asked. He had learned that when one of the sister's gets agitated like that, then something happened.

"Short version is that we haven't seen Phoebe since Saturday; which has become normal since the whole Cole isn't dead thing. However, we've been trying to find her but we can't seem to locate her," Piper informed, becoming a little more upset then she meant to.

"Miss. Halliwell, I really have to advise you against doing this," the doctor pleaded.

"Do I have any sexually transferable diseases; no. Did you get all the sperm out; yes? Am I physically okay; no, but I will be. Am I mentally okay; I've never been better. So now, if you don't mind, I'd like to go home, considering I live in San Francisco and am currently in Sacramento!" Phoebe said, definitely annoyed.

The doctor looked to Daryl. "I'll make sure she's okay," Daryl told the doctor.

"Okay, let me get the nurse to get you the papers," the doctor responded before walking out of the room.

"Phoebe…"

"Daryl, don't."

"Do you think that you're ready to identify the guy who did this?"

"Let's just do it," Phoebe replied.

The nurse walked in with the papers for Phoebe to sign to release herself. Once Phoebe had signed everything, the nurse handed her a prescription, "This is a pain reliever, and the prescription can only be filled once. You are to see your regular doctor in about a week and he can prescribe the medication if you happen to run out and need more."

Phoebe and Daryl walked into the Sacramento police station. Daryl walked up to the desk, "Hi, I'm here with Phoebe Halliwell, she came to identify the rapist." Phoebe just looked around the police station, not taking any of it in. She didn't want to be here. She wanted to be back home, studying for school and maybe be with her sisters'.

"Come right this way," the police lady behind the desk spoke. She led the duo to the outside of a room where they were met by a couple of other officers. "Captain, this is Phoebe Halliwell, and Daryl Morris of the SFPD."

"Thanks Jamerson. Ms. Halliwell…"

"Please Phoebe," Phoebe insisted.

"Phoebe,Morris, I'm Captain Raynes, but you can call me Willie. Are you ready to do this?" he asked Phoebe.

"As ready as I'll ever be," Phoebe replied honestly.

"Okay then," Willie reached inside of the room and turned the light switch off. By turning it off before the victim even entered the room, it brought more comfort to the victim then to turn the light off after they were inside.

"He can't see me right?" Phoebe asked, getting a little nervous.

"No, he can't. Do you have any other questions before we get started?" Raynes asked.

"That was all," Phoebe answered.

"Alright," Raynes commented before the group walked into the room. Phoebe stood slightly off to the side and Daryl came to stand right behind her.

"You okay?" Daryl asked.

"Fine," Phoebe responded, succeeding in trying to keep the slight fear she was feeling from slipping out.

"Send them in," Willie told the person on the other side of the glass through an intercom. A group of about six people began walking out. They began filing out, one by one. Then the last person began walking out. Phoebe stiffened, that was him. The same dark, wavy, thick black hair, those blue eyes, but most importantly, the half shaped outline circle with the curve facing away from the eye under his left eye.

"Number 1," Phoebe blurted out very composed before Willie could ask her anything.

"Are you sure?" Willie asked.

"Positive," Phoebe spoke in a daze, her eyes glued to her rapist, her mind pulling forth the images of the events she recently encountered.