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Phoebe lounged in the manor's living room couch, awaiting the return of her sisters who were currently conferencing within the kitchen. She had full knowledge that their conversation was based upon her arrival, and they were probably analyzing how to go about the situation. Phoebe didn't blame them though, if she were in their position, she'd be doing the same. She had expected this but was unprepared for the amount of time it was taking them to work up the courage to finally come and confront her. Phoebe had stirred up a lot of forgotten emotions and memories within her sisters, as well as herself. It was written all over their faces. Whether it was Paige's stress-filled eyes or the tension that Piper held tightly between her lips, Phoebe could tell that her surprise arrival had opened a bottle full of emotions that none of them were prepared to deal with. Suddenly interrupting her thoughts however, came the warm feeling of a small body creeping up next to her.

"Aunt Phoebe, what are you thinking about?" asked the small, curly-haired boy who had snuggled into her arms.

She couldn't believe how affectionate Wyatt had become within these past years. As a two year old, he was reluctant to even give out hugs! Phoebe was grateful for the kindness her young nephew was showing her. It reminded her of the warmth, acceptance and love that the old manor used to generate for her. But that was a long time ago.

"Oh, I was thinking about... lots of stuff," Phoebe responded carefully while placing a comforting arm around her young nephew.

"Like my mommy?" asked Wyatt curiously.

"That's right. Your mom, Aunt Paige, you and Chris," explained Phoebe.

"Oh. You're in big trouble with them," started Wyatt somberly. "But I'm not mad at you! I missed you lots and lots – but you're here now! And I know why,"

"What..." began Phoebe, hardly able to comprehend.

"I know why you're back! Just hold on a sec," Wyatt exclaimed as he rolled off of the couch and scampered out of the room.

He couldn't know why she came back. He's only six years old – amazingly powerful, but only six. It didn't make sense why he would know and not her sisters. It wasn't possible. Phoebe couldn't stop thinking about what Wyatt had said. Even as she watched her daughter and younger nephew play together in the center of the room, she couldn't help but think that he just might know why.

Wyatt suddenly sprinted back into the room, thrusting a crumpled and torn piece of newspaper into Phoebe's hands. As he climbed back on to the couch, reclaiming his seat beside his aunt, Wyatt said, "See I told you I knew."

"Wyatt, I don't understand," Phoebe said as she smoothed out the paper that reflected a much younger and happier looking portrait of herself. It was a clipping out of the Bay Mirror – one of the last "Ask Phoebe" columns that she wrote.

"You're here to help us, like you helped those people," Wyatt responded.

"What do you need my help with Wyatt?" Phoebe asked as she glanced over the column. It was about a couple having relationship troubles - communication problems, to be specific. She didn't understand what Wyatt needed.

"You're here to fix my mom and dad," he responded in a serious tone.

"You're such a smart boy!" Phoebe exclaimed as she pulled Wyatt into a hug. Her heart was aching with love for her nephew. She couldn't believe how selfless and caring he was and wished that she could be like that some day. She allowed a small tear to escape from her eyes as she continued, "Such a smart boy. Of course I'll help your parents. Of course I will."

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