The Charmed assembly line started filling, corking, and bagging vials in small baggies. At five minute intervals, a different whitelighter arrived and Phoebe checked off the Hallliwell descendents from the Book of Shadows. "Prue?"

"Yeah?"

"You named your daughter after me?"

I looked straight into your eyes, "You seem surprised?"

"I.. am."

"When I died, you weren't the only one heartbroken. I desperately wanted to stay and be with my sisters, especially you." Piper came over and hugged me.

A French whitelighter orbed, "Bonjour. Vous avez des potions pour moi?"

Phoebe nodded and handed the mesh bag to the French woman, "Ne pas boire. Appliquer la potion au corps." Phoebe pointed to the Book, "Monsieur Henri Phillips et Madame Claudette DuLac."

"Oui. Merci." The French woman kissed Phoebe's cheeks and orbed out.

Paige put her hands on her hips, "When did you learn French?"

"Would you believe I took four years in high school? I basically told her not to drink the potions, and it was only for application purposes. Phoebe took a deep breath, "Well, everyone is covered except for us and Dad and Mom."

Orbs covered the ceiling, and I had wondered if Leo and Kyle had returned, but it wasn't. In a black tight shirt and gray slacks stood the one whitelighter, I wasn't expecting.

"Darryl?" We all were a little shocked.

"The Elders thought after all the trouble you gave me, I deserved something more than reincarnation to be punished by you guys again," Darryl grinned. "I did ask for something in return."

Another set of orbs formed in the kitchen, but it looked more like a group. Shelia, Darryl's wife, and Mom and Dad held her hands. "Shelia!" Piper yelled. Then, Piper looked at her passengers, and she was more puzzled, "Mom? Dad?"

Patty Halliwell and Victor Bennett smiled. They must have known. When? We weren't sure."

"Honey, yes, it's us." Mom looked at Dad, "Your Dad first recognized the four of you—it must be his witch powers. He was so sure we had Piper. Piper's stubbornness and her joy in the kitchen were huge hints. Then, when the four of you were altogether, I knew it, too. I may not have known which was which, but after you interacted with us and each other, we knew."

My sisters and I didn't know how to react. We just stared and then lunged for all of them: Darryl, Shelia, Mom, and Dad. The eight of us created a circle of linked arms. "So," Mom kissed my head and then Paige's, "you figured out how to get rid of this demon."

Piper squeezed Phoebe's shoulder, "Some but not all. We don't know how this is spreading."

A sudden thought popped into my head, "The prophecy…did Wyatt write down all of the plagues?"

Paige rushed to the book: "Blood into water, locusts, frogs, pestilence, first born, boils, and hail."

"Something is missing," I astro-projected myself to living room bookcase, pulled The Bible from its place, and turned to Exodus. Fingering the page, I found the missing plagues and returned to the kitchen. "Lice, first born, and darkness." I paced around the kitchen. "Both little Piper and Big Piper both passed out when it was getting dark. It must be how it spreads—in darkness. That means it could affect every Halliwell descendent all over the world."

"Are you suggesting we have to keep it daytime for the plague to stop? You might remember this, Prue, but I got shot the last time that happened by next door neighbor psycho police." Phoebe all too remembers when good and evil were off balanced, and the worlds were either too good or too evil.

Paige still eyed the Book and the demon page, "This vanquishing spell is too easy—almost too kind." She pleaded at the group, "A dozen or so of our children died because of this plague. It should feel all time pain."

Piper joined her, "I agree. The bastard should pay for everyone. What do you suggest, Paige?"

"There are ten plagues, right, Prue?" I nodded, "so, let it feel every plague before it dies. It won't bring our family back, but it would avenge for their deaths."

Phoebe and I joined Piper and Paige. Phoebe put her chin on Paige's head, "How I've missed you—all of you—OH!" She jerked and inhaled quickly—telling us she was having a premonition. She handed began to move in a circular motion. Paige turned to a blank page of the Book, and Piper gave her a pencil. In her premonition, Phoebe was able to draw a sectioned circle—like a quartered orange with four triangles above and below the circle.

We caught her as the premonition was over. "You were right, Prue, about the darkness. It is the killer. KYLE! LEO!" The two whitelighters joined the rest of the group in the kitchen. "If I remember from Sunday School, in order to avoid the last plague, the death of the first born, the Hebrews placed lamb's blood over the doors, so at night, the plague would pass over them. We need to do the same thing."

"How?" Paige let Phoebe sit in the chair as she started explaining.

"The crystal cage. We've used it as protection as well as trapping evil. We need to place four crystals on the top—the North Pole and four crystals on the bottom—the South Pole, but not at the same time. We have to cage the area of the Earth that is in daylight, so that when it gets dark, it is protected. We place the rest of the crystals on the South Pole as the world turns to the Sun. It would be better to have eight and eight to section the world easier and guarantee that everyone is protected."

"I don't know if I have any," I began.

Paige looked at the ceiling, "Crystals." In her arm were three crystals from somewhere in the house."

"Thanks, Paige."

"No problem, Prue. I don't have crystals at home. I didn't know about being a witch."

"But we do," Phoebe said, "Grams and I sell them. We might have seven or so."

Patty's eyes widened, "Grams, you mean Mom?"

"Grams is upstairs asleep in the guest room. She's not doing well—always tired. Why don't you go up there? She's in Phoebe's old room." Patty left for the upstairs, worried.

"Paige, if you come with me, we can get the crystals. It still won't be enough." They orbed out.

"But we have some," Victor interjected. "They're in our attic—three or four. Shelia, give me a ride." Sheila and Dad left; my Dad likes to orb—that's a day I never thought I'd see.

"It still won't give enough. Piper, any ideas?"

Piper thumped herself on the head. "Why didn't I think of this before? The Institute would have as many as we need. Leo, would you take me?" Like Piper had to ask. Holding hands, they orbed to the Institute.

Within minutes, everyone arrived with a total of eighteen crystals. Phoebe wanted us to line up the crystal in a long row. "Now, ladies, we're going to have to bless every crystal with our blood. The line will make sure we get them all, and we bless one side of the crystal, so all four of us will be accounted for. Then, we have to bless the potion."

"Why?" Piper wondered.

"For Paige's spell to work, to have that demon suffered what we have endured, the potions must have our signature to make it stick—and hard."

"I hate this part," Paige complained. Me, too, Paige. Me, too.