We hurried up to the attic, where Phoebe had begun collecting things madly."We need these." She pretty much barked at me, handing me a list of various herbs and spices.
"Sure, we have these in the kitchen," I replied and left the attic.
When I got back up, she had Prue looking through cupboards and chests for things.
"Hmm, I need a screwdriver to open this." She said, and I grabbed one that had been left near the door. It flew across the room into her hand.
"I can move things with my mind, and Phoebe sees the future." She announced with mock cheerfulness, grabbing a wad of clay out of the chest and moulding it into the shape of a man.
We set up a cauldron bowl, mixed the herbs and spices and Phoebe anointed them and arranged them in a circle.
"Okay, we've placed the nine candles anointed with herbs and spices in a circle." Prue commented as we prepared for the spell.
"Wait, I only count eight." I pointed out, which was true, because I only saw eight.
"Oh, you forgot this one." Replied Phoebe, holding up a birthday candle.
"A birthday candle?" I retorted,
"I guess Grams was a little low on witch supplies." Explained Phoebe
"Alright, we need the poppet." Added Prue, referring to the clay man she had made.
"Got it." I said, picking it up.
Phoebe lit the birthday candle and put it in the pot, the other eight she had lit earlier.
"Right, we're ready to cast the spell." Prue nervously announced.
"Right, first I'll make it stronger," I said, getting one of the roses Jeremy had delivered and placing it on top of the poppet in my hands. I read from the Book

"Your love with wither and depart,
From my life and my heart,
Let me be, Jeremy,
And go away forever."

I pushed the rose thorns into the poppet and placed it in the bowl, where it flamed up instantly. "Alright, the spell's complete." I announced.
"Let's hope it worked." Prue added, as we watched the poppet flame and then explode.
Phoebe placed her hands on the bowl as she went to start cleaning up and she just froze. She stopped for a few moments with her eyes closed, and took a sharp breath in when she opened them.
"Wait!" she shouted, "It didn't work!"
"What?" I replied, dumbfounded
"The spell," she explained, "It didn't work."
"How do you know?" Prue asked, obviously worried.
"I touched the pot, and had a flash." She explained further, "I saw him. He's on his way here."

We went running downstairs and opened the door. Jeremy was standing there; his face and body looked as if something sharp had tried to get out.
"Hello ladies." He said calmly to us.
Prue used her Power to throw him up against a wall as Phoebe and I watched horrified.
"Piper, Phoebe, get out of here!" she yelled.
Phoebe and I ran upstairs as he started saying "Cool parlour trick, bitch…"
A few moments later, Prue came running into the attic.

"You're right Phoebe, our powers are growing." She crowed
"Put as many things against the door as you can." I told her.
She used her power again and pushed a dresser and a chair up against the door.
"Take me now, Prue. My powers are stronger than yours." He said, laughing "Do you think a chair will stop me?" The chair went sliding off the dresser. "Do you think a dresser will stop me?" The dresser slid away from the door. "Have you witches figured it out yet? Nothing, nothing can keep us away."
"What do we do?" I asked, "We're trapped."

The door exploded to reveal Jeremy in all his evil glory.
"Come one, we'll face him together!" Prue announced
"The Spirit Board!" I suggested, "The inscription on the back!"
"The Power of Three will set us free." Prue said , grabbing my and Phoebe's hand as Jeremy surrounded us with a ring of fire. "We have to say it together!"
"The Power of Three will set us free!" We began to chant, as the fire changed to wind. We continued chanting through the noise of the wind and over the top of us Jeremy was yelling at us.
"I am not the only one!" he yelled "I am one of millions! In places you can't even imagine! In forms you would never believe! We are hell on earth!"
As he finished the last word, he exploded, shattering into too many pieces to count. The wave from the aftershock nearly winded me.
"The Power of Three." Prue said, breathless.

The next morning, I was up early. I went downstairs to make some coffee and was pounced upon by a cat, which I promptly froze in fright. Phoebe grabbed it from where I had frozen it in midair and it unfroze.
"Whose cat is that?" I asked her, "It nearly scared me to death!"
"I don't know, she showed up here yesterday." Phoebe said casually. "I've decided her name is Kit."
I opened my mouth to argue, but heard a man's voice talking to Prue outside.
"Who's that? I hear a man's voice." Phoebe asked me seeing if Prue had told me anything.
"I don't know." I replied, slightly confused.
We walked out front to find Prue talking to a guy called Andy. Andy was an old family friend whom Prue had dated in High School. He was just getting into his car as we came outside, Phoebe still holding 'Kit'.
"It's Andy." Phoebe announced with an air of interest to her voice, "I told you I heard a man's voice."
"What did he want?" I asked, slightly mischievously.
"He asked me out." Prue responded happily
"What did you say?" I asked
Prue gave some cop out response about wondering if witches date, to which I responded that we usually get the best guys. We then went on to how our lives will never be the same, to which Prue said it might be a problem.
"Prue's right." I agreed with her, "What are we gonna do?"
"What can't we do?" Phoebe added playfully.
"We are gonna be careful, we're gonna be wise and we're gonna stick together." Prue responded calmly.
"This should be interesting," I playfully added as we walked inside.
As we got in, Prue looked outside for a second, and using her Power, pushed the front door of the Manor closed.