My thump must have gotten Kip's attention, because he was at my side when I came through. My eyes opened and I saw Kip but not Kip in front of me. I saw Andy-Andy Trudeau—Prue's boyfriend who…died when a demon killed him. "Andy?"

Kip released me, "Who's Andy?"

Everything swirled around me, and nothing made sense. Memories of two people entered my mind, my own and Prue Halliwell's. I now know why people don't remember past lives; it would be too confusing to keep them straight. I leaned against the attic wall surveying the scene.

Kip demanded, "Who's Andy?"

"Prue's boyfriend. I swore you were him."

"Prue Halliwell—from the Book?" I nodded, and Kip sat next to me just as dumbfounded. "So, the prophecy?"

"Is true, I guess. My own memories are being mixed with hers. You must have been Andy Trudeau in that lifetime. He was Prue's boyfriend. She never married…wait, that's not true. I marr..I mean…she married an evil witch and then a..demon." I placed my head into my hands. "I'm so confused."

"So, if you're Prue Halliwell, you should have her powers. What are they?"

"Telekinesis and astro-projection." I see a ball Piper must have left up here. "Come here, ball." I waved, I squinted my eyes, and I demanded, but no ball.

"Maybe you need your…sisters..in order to have your powers. You don't have sisters, though."

"No, not in this lifetime, but then, I did. I had three sisters. Two I knew of and then the other after I died." I climbed up to the Book and began to turn pages. "This is Prue. She's the eldest of the Charmed Ones, and I think, me. She had a love of antiques and photography…"

"Like you do.."

"Exactly. This is Piper Halliwell, the second eldest, and became the eldest after Prue died. I…she was the closest to Piper than her other two sisters. It would make sense I named my daughter after her. This is Phoebe Halliwell. She was a hellraiser from the womb. She broke every Wiccan law and married a demon who ended up being the Source. Then, Paige Matthews…"

"Why does she have a different name?"

I could remember the event as if it happened yesterday. "Her mom and dad thought that a whitelighter and a witch having a child would be dangerous. They gave her up for adoption and a family named Matthews adopted her. Her adopted parents ended up being killed in a car crash that Paige thought she had caused it." Reading Paige's entry made me think of someone.

"When was the last time we talked to Mom's whitelighter?"

"Mom's funeral, right?"

"His name is Kyle, right?"

"Yeah, so…"

"On Paige's page it mentions she was involved with a guy named Kyle who ended up becoming a whitelighter. Could he be the same? KYLE?"

A shower of light danced in front of us. Kyle was just as a young as he was when I was a child. "Hey, what's up?"

"This is..what's up." I showed him the prophecy. "I was summoned here and when I touched this page, it shocked me and I remember being Prue Halliwell."

"Oh, dear…"

"Oh, dear, doesn't cut it. This means the prophecy is coming true, which means any one- including my little girl -with Halliwell blood could be endangered. How many people could that be?"

Kyle jumped into whitelighter mode. He turned the page to the prophecy and pointed to a family tree. "Wyatt, Piper's son and father of Patsy, transferred the family tree into the Book of Shadows. It would add heirs by itself, in case this happened. Now, the people who are still alive are in red, those in black are deceased. This total is how many descendants are alive on Earth—143." Just as Kyle said the number, it dropped down to 142, then 141, and then 140 within seconds.

"How often does it drop like that?" Kip questioned Kyle.

"Not ever. You need to find your sisters now, if you are to find a cure to this."

"How? Do they exist? How can I…I have no powers?"

"Your sisters exist. This would not happen if not for that. You are a witch even if you do not have active powers." Kyle went through several drawers of the cabinet. "Here, it's a crystal. Find an object that would connect to your sisters and spin the crystal. Where it drops is where you'll go. My guess is when your sisters touch this page, they too will remember their past lives. You have to use Prue's memories to help find your sister. I need to let the Elders know. They have to put the whitelighters on full alert. We can heal almost everyone, except those who have little or no knowledge of the Charmed line or magic. I'll be back." Kyle disappeared in a swirl of orbs.

"Kip, what do I do?"

"Do what Kyle says." Kip walked to the dresser and pulled three large boxes. One is marked Piper, then Phoebe, and last, Paige. Kip opened the Phoebe box and was almost swallowed. "Does this end?" His sound was muffled.

"Grams made it to hold all her belongings-like Mary Poppins's bag."

"Good Grief. It will take days to get through a box. Maybe if you look, you'd find something that Prue remembers."

I pulled the box closer to me and started looking. What was so significant to Phoebe that it would carry her essence? Then, I found an old picture frame with Phoebe and Cole. She gave up everything to be with him.

For the longest time, I thought the Halliwells were interested in cartography, but I realized that all the maps were used in scrying. I found a US map that was fifty years old, but thought it would work, even though some of the locations were now under water.

Holding the crystal, I placed it next to Phoebe's face, hoping the crystal would find her lifeprint. Then, I carried it and let the crystal move. The crystal spun one, two, three times, and it landed on Salem…Salem, Massachusetts. This is where Melinda Warren died. "KYLE!"

Kyle beamed down. "So, any luck?"

I pointed to the map. "Salem, Massachussetts…do you know how many witches are in Salem? Especially Melinda Warren's children?"

He combed through his hair and thought. "It's a start. Let's go."

"Go where?"

"Salem. We'll orb there and get a map, and you'll scry to find Phoebe."

I didn't remember the last time I orbed, but I kissed Kip and instructed, "Keep an eye out for Piper. If this prophecy is true, it could affect the youth first. Yell for Kyle if something comes up." He nodded and we orbed.

Orbing is like an elevator ride; it has the same stomach jumps when you start and land. Kyle had landed in a back parking lot to avoid exposure. As we walked to the front, downtown Salem looked like it was hundreds of years ago. Salem was a Wiccan needle in the haystack, and I had to find one I didn't recognize.

We ended up at an energy station where several people plugged their cars. Gasoline had been banned in the mid 2000s and electric fuel was one of the options. No one worked at this "gas station", but there was a map of Salem with sponsors highlighted.

"Can I scry with a digital image?"

"It can be done, but I think it's a better shot if you let Prue's memories help you find Phoebe. Concentrate on Phoebe. Close your eyes and think: where would Phoebe be in this town." I opened my eyes and pointed to an intersection, 5th and March. We were only two blocks away.

At the intersection, we stood to find several shops and restaurants, and it could take days to get to each location and find out if Phoebe was there. "Kyle, now what?"

"Based on what you know about Phoebe, where would she work?"

My body and mind were working faster than I could comprehend, because we were in front of a newsscan. Newspapers weren't papers anymore; they were digital scans that people read from their tablets every morning. Phoebe worked as an advice columnist.

Walking into the news room, there were several people on phones and skype-ing different sources. No one looked like Phoebe. It was a sea of nothing. A short older woman came to the front, "Can I help you?"

"We wanted to talk to your advice columnist."

"She's at lunch. She's probably at her Grandmother's place down two stores; it is a supernatural store with all sorts of bobbles. I'm sorry. We're really busy." And she pushed us out the door without a goodbye.

Kyle wiped the dirt from his shirt. "Supernatural, huh?"

"You think it's her?"

"The prophecy mentions each will bloom in every season, right?"

"Okay, your last name is Aster. It's an autumn flower. It is dependent, patient, and resistant. It also connects to gravesites."

"You mean like Prue dying?"

"I think each of your sisters is a flower from a different season. Since you're an autumn, Phoebe has to be one of the other three."

"It's gotta be Spring or Summer. She's not a winter. We have to find someone who has Phoebe's traits and has a corresponding flower."

We moved through the crowds to a small shop with the triquetra as a symbol. Kyle and I knew we were on the right track. The triquetra was on the Book of Shadows and a symbol for the Charmed Ones. The bell rang as we entered and an elderly woman greeted us, "Hello, how can I help you?"

"We..are new to Salem and thought we find some information about my heritage."

"From Salem?"

"My ancestor was Melinda Warren."

"Ah, the Charmed Ones…" She relaxed in a chair tiredly. "I have some books on the Halliwell line, but they're in the back. My granddaughter can get them for you, "Alyssa! "

"Yes, Grams?" a voice yelled back.

"Come meet these nice people. My granddaughter takes care of me when she's on lunch from the newsscan. She is pure of heart. Just waiting for a great-grandchild—whenever he or she comes…"

Alyssa carried several books and balanced five vials on top of them. She was beautiful, poised, and refined like a …

"This is my granddaughter, Alyssa Lillianfield."

A lily. Phobes.