The partygoers were everywhere. But all Phoebe saw was darkness: Darkness that her life was now represented by. Her family and her life were lying around her in carnage. Lost forever.

She didn't even see the faint glow of Leo's arrival. She refused to look at him knowing that his heart too was breaking at losing Piper. All she could do was let her tears drift down her cheeks as she ran the back of her hand around Prue's face.

The pain in her heart tightened as she felt the familiar loss wash over her. A loss that she had felt before.

"Phoebe, Darryl is here." Leo's voice was fighting to stay in control as he looked at Phoebe, but still saw Piper lying there starring up at the night sky. He bent down and placed his hand on her forehand before bringing it down over her eyes. Closing them one last time.

"I can't leave them." Her voice quiet, as she held on to Prue tighter.

Leo looked towards Darryl as he walked down the alley. He could see the people starting to look at them, their human curiosity taking over. What should have been a night of joy and laughter, had turned into a living nightmare.

How could this be happening? She lived this once already how was she to get through it again. She felt Darryls arms around her, gently helping to her feet. She fought him as the coroner took her sisters away.

"Darryl, I got her." Leo held Phoebe in his arms as she cried into his chest. She could feel his own cries as he tried to be there for her, be strong, but he was losing a battle he could not win. His soul was lying in a black body bag strapped to a gurney. Her own soul joining her mothers and grandmother before her.

Darryl had made his way to his desk. His heart aching like it had only once before. But to see Prue, Piper and Paige lying there like Andy had less then a year before stopped his blood cold. How could anyone person commit such an act of cowardice as to kill three innocent women in such a brutal fashion?

He looked at the file sitting on his desk and didn't even want to open it. It was hard enough seeing them for real but to now stare at pictures of the same gruesome sight.

He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. His thoughts went to the only survivor. Phoebe was numb. She wasn't responding to anything or anybody. Leo was the closet she came to any sign of her own life. He knew that this was going to be extremely hard on the youngest sister. But he vowed then, he would be there for her no matter what.

Leo looked in at Phoebe. The paramedics had given her a sedative, much to her displeasure. But in the end they had managed to calm her. He thought to the words she had said. She didn't want to sleep. It would start again. He was confused, but stayed with her.

Leo sat with Phoebe as she slept restlessly, before slowly walking aimlessly through the Manor. He had come to know every bit of it in just over a year. But each place was special to him for different reasons.

He walked through the kitchen and could smell Pipers perfume mixed in with her fabulous cooking. He could almost smell her Coquille St. Jacques. The smell of the peach schnapps as the prawns flambéed lightly before she added the cream and white wine.

He found himself out on the patio where he had talked a few times with Paige. Though she was still searching for her place in the family she had managed to fit in well. Saving Prue and Phoebe from Rhona as she tried to steal their life's essence.

Wandering back inside, past family photos, he stepped into the living room. He could almost see Prue curled up on the sofa lost in a book.

Now it was gone. All that remained were memories, his and Phoebes. He heard the familiar sound of ringing in his head as he he closed his eyes listening to them.

"Now?" he listened to the unseen words, "I don't want to leave her alone." He knew the effort was futile as he walked back up the stairs to Phoebe. Seeing her still sleeping he pulled the cover's around her and orbed out.

The sun broke through the slit in the curtains. Phoebe rolled over and looked at her clock: 912AM. She wanted to curl under the covers and never get up. Her world had crashed around her the night before and she didn't want to even get out of bed to face the now empty Manor.

As she lay there starring at the numbers on her clock, her eyes fell on there own to a photo sitting beside her. Prue, Piper and her sitting with their mother. It was taken on her second birthday.

"Take care of them Mum." Her words were but a crackle of herself. But as she forced her eyes closed she tried to stop the damn that was about to break, a damn that could not be held in.

She wasn't even sure how long she had laid there until she heard something. Praying it was Leo and not a demon she made her way out of bed.

Phoebe made her way down the stairs and slowly walked into the kitchen. Deep inside she had a bad feeling. A feeling that everything was wrong. But as she stepped inside her heart almost broke. As Prue read the paper and Piper stood over the stove.

"About time you got up. I was just about to come and get you." Piper looked over at her baby sister not seeing her face.

Prue kept her eyes on the paper, "Phoebe please tell me you put gas in my car after using it last night." Prue didn't even look up at her sister

"Um yeah." She replied but everything was happening again. "No I can't. Not again." She mumbled to herself but noticed Piper looking over at her as well as Prue now looking up from the paper.

"Phoebe you ok?" Piper moved a bit closer wanting an answer.

"I don't know. I… I think I am going crazy or something magical is going on."

"Magical like how?" Prue now gave her, her full attention.

"Magical, like I keep living this day over. Like I am stuck in time."

"Care to be more specific?" Piper looked at Phoebe and could see the strain on her face. She knew the signs from years: lack of sleep.

Phoebe looked from Piper to Prue and then back to Piper. "Guys I am not crazy. I swear something is going on."

Neither sister said a word.

"Phoebe look, maybe you just need some rest." Prue placed the paper down. "And tonight before we all go out we are discussing where you were last night." She grabbed her keys and started for the front door.

"I was with Paige!" Phoebe shouted back. "Like I told you a million times already."

Phoebe turned to Piper hoping for something. She had to stop this from happening again. Everything in her mind was fresh. Like it just happened. She had to stop it. She would die without her sisters.

"Piper I swear I am not nuts."

"Look Phoebs. Meet us for lunch, we're planning NYE."

"Ok fine, but I can tell you know we are going to get together and Prue and I are going to have another famous Halliwell fight." She said as she started upstairs. Her mind was twisting around how to stop this. Leo. He wasn't there maybe if he went with them that night he could heal them or maybe she should not be dancing as much and she would stop them from going outside.

Everything played out as it had. As much as she tried to stop it, but it all still happened. She called Paige. Paige called Prue then Piper. The fight at the restaurant.

She sat in her room. Maybe if I didn't go. Maybe if none of us went then it wont happen. Everything will be fine. "Guys can't we just stay home tonight?"

"Phoebe are you nuts. Its NYE." Piper looked at her. She had been worried all day about her sister but this was the final straw.

"Phoebe what is with you?" Prue reached out for her sister.

"I told you. I have lived this day before. A lot."

"Yeah, and we all died." Prue answered as the door bell rang.

"Look all I am saying is can't we just do NYE here, at the Manor?" She looked at Piper and Prue as she answered the door.

"Hi Paige. We have a slight delay."

"Oh. What's going on." Paige looked around to her sisters looking for an answer.

"Phoebe has decided to stay home. Something about us all getting killed at the club we are heading too." Prue looked over at her sister sarcastically.

"Well I'm cool here." Paige said as she looked from Piper to Prue.

Piper and Prue shared a look and then to Phoebe "Fine, we stay home." Prue said as she glared at Phoebe. Her message not going unnoticed.

The night dawned on as they laughed and talked. It wasn't as bad as Prue thought it might be. The only strange thing was how clingy Phoebe had been to all of them.

"Bathroom break." Phoebe jumped up as started up the stairs. She didn't want to leave her sisters, but with the amount she had to drink she had no choice, the bathroom was calling her name.

She came out the bathroom to an errie silence. The sound of Dick Clark on the TV as he called out the last ten numbers. By the time she reached the landing the fireworks had started. But all she saw was the carnage of a demon attack. She hadn't stopped it. She fell to her knees as the tears flowed down her face. Her heart broke again as her sisters lay dead in their living room. Her cry over shadowing the last strike of midnight on the clock.