They had suffered the wrath of the townsfolk's for a few hours before a few soldiers and police came and took them from their stocks. Almost dragging them back to the witch dungeon, they tossed them inside clanging the cell door behind them tight.

"Are you two ok?" Prue asked concerned for both her sisters.

"Can I let you know in about a month?" Piper voiced as she slowly sat up against the wall.

"Phoebe?" Prue called out as she tried to spot her sister in their cell. "Piper where is she?"

Piper looked around to find the cell only holding the two of them and no Phoebe in sight. "Prue where is she?"

"I don't know. I thought she was with us." Prue answered as she looked around the other cells trying to find her baby sister.

"She isn't here." Came a voice from the shadows.

Prue turned immediately to the sound, as her worry increased for her sister. "What so you mean she isn't here?"

"Like I said she isn't here. When the two of you were thrown in the cell they took her away."

"Took her where?" Piper asked in a near panic state.

"No one really knows. Whenever they take a witch from the cells we never know where she or he is going. But in the end we find them next to us at the gallows."

Prue and Piper shared a look that that option was not an option with Phoebe. Some how they had to find there sister and prevent her from going to the gallows.

She felt her world come back to her as she tried to slowly open her eyes. Realizing where she was she felt near panic. Where were her sisters? Why was this happening to them?

"We will cleanse your soul witch. Then you can die in peace." The voice from above her said.

Looking up at him she saw that she was lying down looking up to the dark sky. She felt the ropes tight around her body as she tried to look around to see where she was. What she did see frightened her to no end

"No you don't understand. I'm not a witch. I'm just a girl." She tried to tell him

"The court found you guilty of witchcraft. We have a witness."

"Who? I have a right to know who my accuser is."

"You are a witch you have no rights." He yelled down to her.

"I am your accuser." The voice came from the shadows.

Phoebe turned her head and looked into the pure evilness of Martha Corley. "No, she's the witch. Not me. She tried to kill Melinda's baby." Phoebe starred accusingly at Martha.

"Who?"

"Melinda Warren. She tried to kill her baby and she killed her husband." Phoebe said in her own defense.

"Melinda has not had her child. And her husband has been in Boston for the past few days." He explained as he looked down, then towards the men beside him. Giving a slight nod Phoebe felt herself rising above the ground and then almost gently swinging.

"No please you must listen to me.

"You are possessed by evil. We are helping you." He said as she watched him drop his hand down and with that action she felt herself being lowered until she felt the water crashing over her face just as she tried to take in a gasp of air.

All she saw were the bubbles that floated above her. She held her breath as long as she could, slowly letting out the air. Luckily for her she had always been a strong swimmer and could hold her breath underwater for quiet some time. But she soon couldn't hold it anymore as she started to panic. She felt the burning of the air being held so long. She soon felt her losing the battle as her world started to spin and then slowly go out.

They were held in rows as they marched up the hill, each one with her hands tied in front of them. The chants of the crowd yelling at them. Children throwing objects at them.

Prue and Piper walked along trying to figure a way out of the situation without causing more trouble for the people that were even accused as witches. If they used their powers it would prove that witches did exist and the trials would go on forever. They had no idea what happened to Phoebe. And they recalled the words one of the women had told them about disappearing and only showing up at the hanging, only to be hung themselves. At least that was what happened to some before she had been arrested.

She had heard form some of the men in the town then that they would torture them to confess, or they would just clean her soul before her execution.

"Clean her soul?" Prue asked now really scared for her sister.

"They would put the accused on a log and hang it over water. Dipping it down to flush out the evil inside of her."

"So they drowned her?" Piper yelled at her.

"Nearly. Some have drowned yes. Some have however survived. The ones that survive they are certain that the devil is protecting them."

"So then they hang them." Prue understood what she was saying. "Either way you die."

"Prue Phoebe can hold her breath a really long time underwater."

"I know Piper. Don't worry, we'll figure this out."

"Don't worry! How? In case you hadn't noticed we are witches in 1692 Salem. Not exactly my idea of a vacation resort for anyone in our family." Piper whispered to her sister so the other couldn't hear her.

"I am aware of the history of Salem and our family Piper, but panicking is not going to help us or Phoebe."

"I'm not panicking Prue I'm scared."

Prue looked at Piper and took her in her arms. "We'll figure it out honey and we will find Phoebs." Prue tried to assure her younger sister but also herself. For at that moment she had no idea how to help any of them.

And now here they stood at the base of the gallows. The noose hanging from the wooden structure. One at time she gathered. How long would it take? After all there were four women about to be hanged. Her and Piper included. But her thoughts were broken as she heard Piper's voice

"Phoebe." She said quietly.

Prue turned her head to where Piper was looking and the site tore at her heart. Her baby sister was being practically dragged towards them. Her cloths, she could tell, where soaking wet and slightly torn in places. She felt her anger inside start to rise at what they had done to her baby sister. Then she saw her. Just behind Phoebe following in almost glee at what was about to happen. Prue locked eyes with her as they got closer and closer until she stood in front of her.

"You won't get away with this Martha." Prue almost growled at her.

"Won't I? I'm about to witness the Charmed Ones death at the end of a noose. Poetic justice don't you think. After all, you are witches."

"What did you do to my sister?" Piper asked her own anger building as she watched the woman talking to Prue

"We tried to clean her soul. But it would seem that she is truly possessed and the devil protected her. Though it was touch and go there for a bit. She even fell unconscious, but I couldn't let her die like that so I gave her a little help. Help her come around." She gloated. "Now just stand there like the good witches you are and watch your own destruction." She said as she nodded her head towards the gallows.

Prue and Piper turned and watched on as the noose was placed around Phoebes neck. It was all she could do to stand under her own strength.

"Phoebe Halliwell you have been found guilt of witchcraft. Even your soul could not be cleaned. You will hang until dead." The magistrate hollered over the crowd as they chanted again "Witch, witch, witch, witch."

Prue and Piper watched as the crowd got louder and louder.

"Prue what are we going to do?"

"There is nothing you can do Piper. You will all die as I did, no thank you to your ancestor Melinda Warren. You will die the good witches you are and the world will be mine to take."

Martha almost laughed at her as she watched in delight as the magistrate motioned to the hangman as he reached for the lever to swing open the gallows hatches below Phoebes feet. She had distracted the sister long enough that they would have no time to react once the lever was pulled

"Phoebe! NO!" Prue hollered above the chanting crowd as she watched her baby sister slowly start to swing as the hatch was opened from under her sending her falling below as the noose tightened around her neck.