Arriving in the kitchen she saw that Piper was already in the process of turning on the stove, and scrambling up some eggs. Prue made her way over to the counter, stopped for a moment to turn on the coffee pot, then opened the cabinet pulling out three coffee mugs setting them on the counter.

"So?"

"So what?"

Phoebe held her head in her hands as she rubbed the sleep out of the corner of her eyes. She could also feel the dust that filled her hair, and cloths. She felt absolutely gross.

"Read the letter you had to find so badly. I want to know what was so important that we had to be up at 5:00 in the morning."

Prue was quick to agree as she began to pour the coffee into the mugs. She then made her way to the refrigerator to get out the cream, and then the sugar. Setting them on the table she watched as Phoebe lifted her head as if she was clearing her mind.

"Oh right. Ok, here's the first one. Dear Mom, I…"

"Wait Mom? I thought you said the return address was Paul, not Patty Halliwell."

"Piper I can read. Take a look for yourself." Phoebe handed Piper the envelope as Piper made her way over to the table with a plate in hand. Putting the plate down she took the envelope from Phoebe, and examined the return address for herself.

"Maybe it was just someone who liked to call Grams Mom. Maybe they grew up with Mom. I mean we used to call Andy's Mom, Mom all the time. Andy called Grams, Grams. We won't know if you don't stop interrupting me."

"Yea, right. Someone who grew up with Mom, and just happens to have the same last name as us."

Piper threw the envelope back on the table, then looked up at her sisters. Phoebe was to busy rolling her eyes at Pipers rambling to say anything. Prue gave Piper a stern look that had the words "SHUT UP" written all over it.

"OK fine. Read on."

Piper picked up her coffee cup, sat down and began to pour some cream into it.

"Thank you so much."

Phoebe took a second to take a bite of her scrambled eggs, before re-picking up the letter. Taking a sip of her coffee, she cleared her throat and began to read the letter aloud to her sisters.


Dear Mom,

I know it's been a long time since you have heard from me, and I don't know if you even want to. I mean, I wouldn't blame you. Who would want to hear from a son who walked out of your life, and into a life that was totally against everything you tried to teach me and Patty? I wanted to let you know that I have left the occult.

I completely understand why you blocked me from entering your mind, and I know understand what you were trying to warn me about. Several weeks ago a young woman came into the group, and it was love at first sight.

I met her and just knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her, but she was advancing so fast that I became afraid that I would loose her forever. If that is how I made you feel, I am so very sorry.

We walked out together two days ago, and it's going to be difficult for a while. We will have to be on the move a lot to make sure they don't follow us. Right now we are safe.

I can't tell you where we are, just in case, but I can promise you this. No matter how much they wanted to know about my family, I never told them about you or Patty. I would never want the dangers that I have put on my life to affect you guys.

The love of my life's name is Sarah, and we will be married soon. I know it may se fast, but as I said it was love at first sight.

Well I have to go, time is running out, and we have to move on. I wish I could hear from you, but since I don't know where we are going right now, I know that is not possible. I will write again soon, and once we can settle down for a while, if you want, you can right to me. I don't expect anything.

Love Always Your Loving Son,

Paul

P.S.Kiss Patty for me, and tell her that her big brother had never forgotten about her, and will always love her.


The room was filled with silence as each of the girls absorbed the information that was given to them. Each girls though about something different, none of them knowing how to put their thoughts into words.

Piper couldn't keep her mouth shut any longer. With tears welling up in her eyes, and a touch of harshness in her voice, she decided to speak what was on her mind. She had so much sadness in her voice she didn't think she would be able to say what she wanted to without breaking down.

"How could she not tell us? Why wouldn't she tell us? I mean this had to be years ago right. When was it dated?"

Not even waiting for a response Piper picked the envelope again and examined the date.

"1980. Mom was already gone. Phoebe and I were still young, but Prue was already in High School. She could have at least told you. Why didn't she?"

Seeing the tears in her youngest sister's eyes was breaking Prue's heart. If there was one thing she couldn't stand, it was watching her sister cry. Even when they were younger, if her sisters were hurt, or upset, she would do everything in her power to make the pain go away. Her motherly instincts kicked in, as she tried to console her sisters.

"I don't know. Maybe she couldn't tell us."

"Why?"

"Piper, think about it. If she had told us about him, we would have wanted to know why he left. We didn't know anything about us being witches and she wasn't about to tell us then."

"Then why tell us about him now?"

"I don't know, but the rest of these letters will probably give us the answers."

Prue looked over at Phoebe. She could tell that now that they knew what the letters were about, Phoebe was allowing the exhaustion that was building inside her to show.

"Tired Pheebs."

"A little. I don't think I can think anymore. I think I should try and get some more sleep."

"Good idea. I think we could all use some rest. Why don't we finish this wonderful breakfast that Piper cooked, then get some sleep. We don't have to figure this out right now. We have time."

They all agreed and one by one finished their breakfast, put their dishes in the sink, and headed upstairs to their rooms. Each of them hoping to get more sleep, but knowing the odds of that were not very good.