They walked past the old cemetery on their way to the to the witch memorial, Phoebe felt an unfamiliar, yet familer chill run through her. She stopped where she stood and cast a glance to her sisters and back towards the cemetery.

"Phoebs?" Prue looked back and saw a look in Phoebes eyes that she wasn't sure exactly what it was.

Piper followed Prues gaze and stepped closer to her sister. "Phoebe. What is it?" she asked gently as she took her sisters hand in hers.

Phoebe looked ahead to the memorial where one by one the tombstones of remembrance lay near the paths. "We can't go in there." she stood firm as she looked out to the park she had once walked through a couple years before.

"What? Where? What are you talking about?" Prue asked worried that her sister might be getting another vision.

Phoebe looked ahead and slowly lifted her arm and pointed, "There. We can't go in there."

"Phoebe it's a memorial, and we have to go that way to get to Martha." Piper tried to explain, but she saw almost what could only be described as fear in her sisters' eyes.

"She's waiting for us." Phoebe said quietly, but the others knew that she meant what she said.

"Who? Martha?" Prue turned towards the memorial as Piper asked Phoebe.

Phoebe only nodded in confirmation as she held her hand to her throat absently. "We can't."

"Phoebe she can't hurt us. She's dead. A ghost. And it's the only way we can vanquish her. We have to." Prue insisted. She didn't want her sister scared and she took what Phoebe told them as fact, but it was the only way to rid Martha from earth forever and to stop the killings, especially their own.

"Prue, maybe we should wait. Find out more of what Phoebe's talking about. What if its true and we are walking right into a trap?" Piper looked at Prue trying to get her to see reason. Piper was worried about Phoebe and she knew that when her sister got visions or even just a hunch. When it came to the craft her youngest sister was usually right every time.

Prue knew what Piper was saying, but how could she just stand by and let innocents die? Just because of something their ancestors did hundreds of years ago, including one of their own.

"Piper I believe what she is saying and feeling but we can end this now. Then we can all get some rest and go home." Prue tried to reason with her sister but looked directly at Phoebe when she said the word rest. "We can't let anymore innocents die because of their families past. We have to end this now." She looked from sister to sister to see the reaction she would get.

Piper looked at her and then to Phoebe who was still starring ahead at the stones that lined a path that was a mere few feet from them. Piper followed her gaze down the path and saw each stone. Each one marking a dark past for a small town.

Phoebe had heard her sister and took in everything they were both saying. They both had good points to go forward or not too. Would it be her final decision? The swing vote in one direction or the other. She stepped away from both of them as she also got closer to the small park like area that held the memorial. Was it a trap or was Martha trying to just prevent them from doing what they needed to do?

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She felt them as they drew nearer. Even from there she could feel their power flowing through them. They were indeed very powerful, as Melinda had told them all. She knew it would be a matter of time before their powers belonged to her and then there would be no stopping what she could do. She felt a presence beside her. She knew who it was. With each step closer she could feel the presence getting stronger and stronger and now when she needed him the most he stood beside her dwelling in his own power. Power that he had being building and strengthening for this very moment.

"Soon my darling. Soon we will be the most powerful. And even demons of thousands of years will bow down before us." he said as he wrapped his arms around his wife. "They are powerful even I can feel their power in them."

"But not powerful enough. The are still new to the craft. They do not yet know the depth of their power. That will be Melinda's undoing." Martha almost seemed to gleam in what she foresaw as her final victory.

"So do we wait or give them a little helping hand?" Giles watched as the sisters talked just inches from their grasp.

"Soon my dear. They will come to us. They will not let any more innocents die. It is in their blood to help them, even if it means putting their own lives in danger." Martha waited patiently as she too watched the sisters.

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Phoebe looked around the park that held the memorial. The feeling she had was not going away, in fact she thought it felt stronger then before. But she knew Prue was right, they could not let Martha go on killing people and possibly them as well. "We have to end it. No matter what." She said quietly as she took another hesitant step forward. With each step she could almost feel the evil. But she was yet to see Martha like she had at the dock that night.

"Phoebe we can wait." Piper pressed concerned for her sisters' health and safety. "You've been run down ever since we went with Andy and we saw that guy. You can't keep doing this. Lets just go back to the hotel and let you get some rest. We can do this tomorrow." Piper almost begged her sister. She was afraid of what Phoebe felt or saw but she was more afraid for her sister.

"No Piper, we have to do this now. I feel the evil here but if we don't do something fast they will kill again."

"They? Who they?" Prue now looked hesitant on her plan to act now instead of later.

"I can sense someone with her. I don't know who." Phoebe answered as she took another step forward.

Piper and Prue looked back and forth and then into the park. "Giles." Piper said quietly. Was she sensing him or guessing.

"Piper?"

"It has to be. Her husband died right before she did according to what we saw and read at the museum."

"And they were very much in love. He would do anything for her." Phoebe added finally turning to look at her sisters.

"So you think it two ghosts now?" Prue asked as she herself scanned the park.

"Could be. So now what? Do we still move on or wait?" Piper asked though deep inside she knew that both her sisters would want to get this over with now.

"I say end it." Phoebe said as she turned to the park. "I say we toast the ghost." As she stepped towards the park entrance.

Prue reached out and grabbed at her arm. She wanted to discuss this before they headed into something that could cost them their lives.

Piper had also stretched forward and tried to pull Phoebe back but as she did she felt her world suddenly start to spin as Phoebe passed through the entrance to the park. First her world spun out of control and then it just stopped as everything went out.

Phoebe stepped through the entrance, and as soon as she did she felt her world start to spin. She could see the colours of the rainbow as they swirled by her faster then she could grasp as she felt herself almost falling through an open hole. The last thing she recalled was both her sisters grabbing at her arm or sleeve before the lights faded and her world went black.

Prue reached for her sister but soon felt as if she had lost her in the swirl of lights around her. Trying to get everything into her mind and find her sister's. She remembered grabbing Phoebes arm and Piper right beside her but that was the last thing she recalled as her own world got even dizzier before it all disappeared.

At first what she felt was pain, and then she felt as if she was hit with something. She could vaguely hear a crowd around her yelling something but she couldn't make it out. She blinked away the fogginess from her mind as she tried to remember what happened. As it came back to her she opened her eyes and quickly looked for her sisters. Though finding her own neck could only move so much.

She finally managed to turn enough to see her sister standing next to her. Though she was still unconscious from what ever had happened. She looked on helplessly as he sister was bound in old fashion stocks with her hands and head protruding out.

She turned slowly to see her other sister in the same fashion. She then turned to the crowd that had seemed to gather around them.

"Witch, witch, witch, witch." the taunted after them as she watched another piece of fruit or something flying at her sister.

There was nothing she could do. Even as the eldest she would not harm an innocent. Prue stood helplessly, realizing what Phoebes feelings were. It was for their own safety, their own lives. For now as witches they were in the one place they would never want to be. They were trapped in 1692 Salem. And for a witch that was not a very safe place to be, for she now knew what Martha had planned for them. To experience what she had, and to hang from the gallows like the witches before them many years ago.