In the Charmed world, weird is normal. A day without explosions, demon guts, and rhyming couplets was my present norm, but now knowing who I was and having Phoebe sitting next to me as dazed as I was, brought those memories to the forefront.

Wasn't this the life I wanted as Prue? To be free of witchcraft, of duty, and of being the savior to humanity? The Angel of Destiny granted my wish in this life, but she knew my destiny couldn't stay that way.

Ironically the sister I fought with as Prue is the first sister I find. Phoebe and I always argued, and it didn't get better being the Charmed Ones. I think deep inside I was envious and jealous of what Phoebe: her life with Cole, her successful career, and her longevity and spirit. Now, she was my biggest ally.

"Wow," Phoebe rubbed her head. "What a rush.."

"I know." I showed her my bump on my head. "Knowledge carries a wallop."

"So, the prophecy is happening—our line is in trouble?"

"'Fraid so. We haven't seen it materialize except in the Book of Shadows." Phoebe gradually rose and turned to the family tree. The number was 135.

"It's gone down, while we've been gone. The red names are living and the black ones are…"

"Where's our powers? I thought once we remembered we would get them back."

"Me too, but most likely, we won't be Charmed until all four are reunited—like the prophecy says."

Kip came with an iced glass of water and a couple of aspirin. "Here."

"ANDY! I'M SO GLAD TO SEE YOU!" Phoebe hugged Kip.

"I'm Kip, Shan—er—Prue's—husband."

"Of course. Sorry—Past lives. Last time, I was an evil witch who was killed by Prue and Pip—"

"We weren't us! You know that! We were cousins then too. That warlock—Anton—turned you evil."

Phoebe nudged Kip, "I always loved riling up Prue." My little sister—things haven't changed.

"So, where's Piper and Paige?"

"We have to find them just like we found you."

"Scrying, right? With what?"

"This." I gave Phoebe the frame. "You were willing to sacrifice a lot for him. I knew it would leave a permanent mark."

As Phoebe looked at the frame, I thought of Cole. He and I had made a great partnership and a beautiful little girl. Seeing her reflect, I did too, knowing we both finally understood each other about at least one thing, Cole.

"I have very fond memories of him. He taught," she gazed into my eyes, "both of us a lot about ourselves."

I nodded. "Now, we have to use our collective knowledge to find Piper and Paige."

Phoebe began to pace and finally looked at Elizabeth, "GRAMS!" Phoebe lunged for her grandmother and in recognition, she hugged her in return.

I was confused. "Phoebe, she is your grandmother."

"No, Prue, this is GRAMS—our Grams, Penny Halliwell."

I tried to focus using Prue's memories; I examined Elizabeth: her pudgy fingers were slender, her gray hair was golden, and her smile is genuine. "GRAMS!" I hugged her just as strongly as Phoebe did, and in her eyes, Grams had already known.

"Honey, I had a dream last night of the four of you girls in the attic. I saw what you looked like then and now. I knew when you walked in the shop I knew you were one of my girls."

"But you didn't know whom, right?"

"No, not when you came in, but after talking to you, it was pretty easy to figure it out."

"Mom? Dad?" Phoebe whispered.

"Not sure. Remember past lives are not linear. You were cousins, then sisters, and then cousins. You will probably recognize them before they do."

"Piper and Paige could be difficult to find." Phoebe decided to redirect the conversation. "Piper wanted to be normal. She didn't want to be a witch. She fought it in every way. Paige, she's our half siste—"

"Sister," Penny corrected Phoebe, "She is half-sister in blood, but a full sister witch. Any way you are able to find Piper, you can find Paige. So, which should we try first?"

Phoebe and I shrugged simultaneously. Both provided road blocks along the way. Without thinking we both said, "Paige." I think we knew Piper was going to be a pistol about all of this.

"Any ideas about connecting to her?" Penny began rummaging around Paige's box: a necklace, a shoe—nothing seemed to connect.

"I might help," Kyle interrupted the thought process. He knelt by her box and pulled out a snowglobe. "I gave this to Paige for safekeeping." The snow globe was of New York City and the World Trade Center. Kyle was from New York and after September 11th, the World Trade Center was really important.

Paige had just begun to grieve Kyle's death. The Avatars had killed him, because he had exposed their secret of taking over the world. Crying in his apartment, Paige was visited by the whitelighter Kyle, and the snow globe gave her the strength to carry on without him. She loved him so much. In fact, if he hadn't died, she would have married him instead of Henry. Destiny has a strange way of getting people together.

Phoebe held Kyle's hands and the snow globe. She had tears in her eyes and her voice choked up, "That's perfect."