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PART TWO: "Strange, the things you miss..."

In the wake of her haste to exit the Manor, Phoebe left the front door wide open, allowing a brisk breeze to blow through the front rooms. "Typical Phoebe," Prue muttered as she stalked to the door. "Always taking the easy way out and leaving whenever she can't hack something."

Start Flashback (Episode 3.07 Power Outage)

Phoebe: Whatever, I'm leaving.

Piper: Oh, sure, you're such an immature brat, you leave every time you can't hack something.

Phoebe: Well, there's nothing keeping me here, now is there?

Prue: Oh, well, I see that you've inherited Dad's talent of bailing.

Phoebe: That's because the two of us couldn't deal with living with the two of you!

End Flashback

Prue shut the front door a bit harder than normal with a 'thud' that echoed throughout the house. "Well, good riddance to her."

Feeling her anger rise by the millisecond, she stormed out of the foyer and up the stairs towards her room to grab her camera and the film from the previous week's photo shoot, all the while ranting aloud to no one in particular. After all, who's here to hear me? The dust bunnies?

"Ugh!" she screamed while throwing her hands in the air. "I can't believe her! Talk about freaking nerve--she had the gall to stand there and flat-out lie to my face, telling me that she's not in some way responsible for Piper's death – my best friend's death. If she hadn't gone and gotten involved with that half-demon, then we wouldn't even be in this mess to begin with."

Without even realizing it, she found herself outside Phoebe's room, which was across the hall and down two doors from her own. Even though she didn't want to, curiosity got the better of her, and she stopped to take a look inside.

Start Flashback (Episode 1.07 The Fourth Sister)

Phoebe: Okay. Look Prue, I think we need to put some major closure on this or we're gonna be in rocking chairs slurping oatmeal out of rubber spoons and I'm still gonna hear about Roger. Piper, am I a boyfriend thief?

Piper: Totally.

Phoebe: Besides Roger, whom again, Prue, I never touched.

Piper: My boyfriend. Billy Wilson.

Phoebe: Billy Will...Eighth grade Billy Wilson?

Piper: You kissed him at homecoming.

Phoebe: No I did not kiss him at homecoming. I was helping him find a contact lens.

End Flashback

"'It's not my fault, it's not my fault, it's not my fault'. Of course it's never your fault, Phoebe. You wouldn't know what responsibility was if it walked up and bit you. You've never taken responsibility for your actions before, so why on Earth would I believe that you'd start doing it now?"

Start Flashback (Episode 1.02 I've Got You Under My Skin)

Prue: What, did you go to the track, play the market, what?

Phoebe: The lottery.

Piper: Phoebe!

Phoebe: What did you want me to do? Ignore the premonition? Not help a needy family. That's what we're supposed to do, right?

End Flashback

Wanting to see no more reminders of her irresponsible baby sister, Prue slammed the door shut and pictures hanging in the hallway rattled. A frustrated growl escaped her throat as she marched down the hall in search of her camera and the film that contained her assignment for the next month's issue of 415.

Upon entering her own room, she spots the camera in question lying on the dresser and quickly walked over to retrieve it. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and was momentarily taken aback at the sight. I know that the face reflected in that mirror is mine, and yet it seems as if I'm looking at a complete stranger. My cheeks are tear-streaked, the whites of my eyes are bloodshot, and some oh-so fashionable dark circles are starting to form around them due to lack of sleep. Geez. I'm a freaking mess.

Right now, however, her rather haggard and somewhat frightening appearance was the least of her concerns. She tucked her hair back behind my ears and taking one last glance in the mirror, she headed out into the hall and down the stairs. May as well keep myself busy and get these pictures developed for the magazine. At least that'll provide a small distraction.

Passing through the dining room, she caught a glimpse of the repaired, but still unpainted wall that she and Piper had gone flying through not even a week earlier. An almost nauseating sinking feeling hit her in the stomach and she quickly shifted her gaze elsewhere and continued into the kitchen, pausing to grab a bottle of water out of the fridge on her way to the basement stairs.

The basement door opened with an ear-piercing "squeak" that she never really paid attention to before, but it seemed so much louder in the complete and total silence that now bathed the house. It's just so quiet around here…almost eerie. I keep half-expecting to see Piper come walking through the front door or see her in the kitchen cooking something or another. Strange, the things that you miss.

With a sigh, she flipped the switch for the basement lights and climbed down the stairs to her sanctuary—the darkroom in the far corner of the basement.

Meanwhile, Phoebe was riding her bike just as fast as she could, still trying to get away from the memory of the hatred in her big sister's eyes and those horrible words. Prue's words kept hammering against her brain, while she kept shaking her head, tears rolling down her cheeks. "No! No! It can't be true! It can't! It can't be my fault! The Source's! Yes! That's whose fault it is. If he hadn't captured Cole and tried to turn him back to evil, I never would've gone after him! Yes! Yes! It has to be his fault!"

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