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Lucy Miller sat with Phoebe on the overstuffed sofa in the Halliwell's dusty attic, still wrapped in the soft, blue blanket that had been given to her by Grams when she fell asleep, helping Phoebe to write a spell that would hopefully find her sisters. Her back was stiff, but she tried not to show any pain, trying to seem weak. As she shifted to get a better position on the sofa, her hand brushed against Phoebe's leg.

A dark scene hit the minds of Lucy and Phoebe like twin thunderbolts. Two huge, cloaked demons were standing side by side in the midst of hundreds more evil creatures: banshees, furies, trolls, and demon, each of their faces turned towards the bigger two. Those two seemed to be pulling…forcing something out of four figures…four girls, it seemed to be. They were on their knees together, their hands clasping each other's while a light, but powerful cloud of energy or something along those lines was being torn from their broken and bloody bodies….

Startled, Lucy tried to push the horrific image away from her, fighting to come back to reality.

Paige turned in her chair as she heard the Book of Shadows drop to the floor to see Lucy convulsing and twitching violently on the floor, and Phoebe sitting with her eyes shut and hands clenched, mouth moving slightly in silent words. "Mom!" Paige cried, frightened, not knowing what was happening to her sister and charge. She sprang up from the chair next to Piper and hurried across the room to Lucy. Fiercely, she reached out to take hold of Lucy's hand, when Lucy suddenly opened her eyes and jerked awake. Gasping, she slid down further on the floor, her hands, though clenched beside her, shaking uncontrollably. Phoebe still did not change her position, nor did she wake up.

Patty had stopped what she was doing immediately when she heard her daughter shout, and turned around. Although Lucy had been seizuring for an unknown reason, Patty recognized Phoebe's symptoms right away. Crossing quickly to Lucy's side, Patty got to her knees and steadied the girl by placing a cool hand to her shoulder and asked gently, "Lucy, what did you see?"

The girl looked up at her, still trying to catch her breath and figure out what had just happened, her eyes wide and frightened. "What do you mean, 'what did I see?' You mean like a premonition? I don't get premonitions, Kate does. I can't have…I couldn't have…" She stopped as reality hit her. What else could explain her vision? Her vision…She remembered. "But I saw the demon."

"What?" Prue was making her way to the sofa as well, but she stopped short when Phoebe suddenly gasped and opened her eyes as well.

Patty looked at Phoebe quizzically, then turned her head back to Lucy. "What…what is going on?"

Piper now stood next to Phoebe and put a slightly shaking hand on her sister's shoulder and asked carefully, "Phoebe, did you just get a premonition?" Her sister looked at her with cool brown eyes and nodded. Piper looked up at her mother, confused. "Lucy, did you touch Phoebe? Any time before you Saw?"

Lucy concentrated. "I-I don't know…wait. I must have touched her when I shifted positions on the couch. I was uncomfortable and thinking about my sisters…But, that still doesn't explain why I got a premonition. That's Kate's power, not mine. I can't See into the future."

"And how did she come out of the vision sooner than Phoebs if she did get a premonition?" Piper asked Patty. "Wouldn't they both have had the same premonition for the same length of time?"

Until now, Grams had stood in the corner, shadowed, silent, and pondering. Now, however, she moved forward to join the rest of her family around the couch. She explained what she concurred with a quiet, yet decisive voice. "Lucy, did you try to pull out of the premonition, or try to push it away from you?" When Lucy nodded to the second option, Grams concluded, "This explains why Lucy came out of it quicker than Phoebe. She managed to get out, but in doing so, she gave the rest of it to another person…someone else, but we won't know who that is. It could be witch or human. Now, Lucy, tell me exactly what you saw."

Lucy glanced at Prue once, as if to get her approval, then said, shakily, "I saw the demon who attacked us at the manor. That one and another." She narrowed her eyes in concentration, but the vision was slipping away from her like water held in cupped hands. "I think there was another. I can't think…then, there were four people on their knees and a silver cloud was seeping from them." She put her hand to her head in frustration, rubbing her temples. "I can't remember anything more. That's all I saw. Then, I panicked and tried to force the premonition away. I couldn't think at all."

Phoebe nodded while Lucy was finishing her narrative. "I saw all that too and yes, there were two demons. One was the demon who attacked you. The other was the Source."

"Great," Piper muttered, trying to lower her voice enough so that only her sisters could hear, but Lucy's face bent more into a frown as she continued. "Two of the most powerful demons in the world using their powers together against those four. I hope they survive."

"But wait," Phoebe said, interrupting her sister, at the same time as Prue's foot kicked out at Piper's shins, drawing a sharp breath from Piper. "I think I know who the four were." She looked pointedly at Lucy, whose breath suddenly caught in her throat. Why hadn't she thought of that before? Was she stupid?

"Us," she whispered. "Those four people…were us. My sisters and I. But-but what was happening? What was that silver stream coming out from us? Were those," She stopped and swallowed hard, realizing at once what it was, and shivered with fear. "Our…powers? Or our souls?"

No one spoke for a few long seconds. Prue, Piper, and Paige's eyes were flicking around the room at each other and at their mother and grandmother, unable to respond. How were they supposed to respond to that? Phoebe, however, spoke again. "But, I saw more, and I saw it all more clearly than Lucy did, as it is my power. But I don't think you should listen, Luce." The look she gave the Miller then was a mixed one, difficult to distinguish. Was it concern? Or love? Fright? Or was it anguish?

Her eyes and expression made Lucy's stomach drop away into the floor and her hands suddenly went numb, but she looked Phoebe straight in the eye and, though trying to keep her voice from shaking, demanded, "Tell me."

Phoebe's light brown eyes remained on Lucy for a while longer, and then she averted her gaze and explained, after taking a deep, steadying breath. "I saw each of your sisters, one at a time, each being…tortured. One was tied up to a wooden pole by her wrists, screaming while being…" She took another deep breath then continued. "Being electrocuted by the demon who kidnapped them. She was screaming so horribly…" Trying to ignore Lucy's sharp intake of breath, Phoebe struggled with her vision, trying to tell the horrific things that she witnessed without bursting into tears or vomiting. "Then, I saw another being choked from behind with a rope while she watched the third being held underwater…drowning in a basin of water, thrashing and fighting to get out. Demons were holding her down. There were so many demons around them, guarding them. The sisters must have been…tortured for information. But then, right before I came out of the premonition, the sister in the chair looked right at me. I mean straight at me. She was choking and coughing, and her eyes were clouding over, but she looked at me. I don't know how, and I don't know if she saw me at all, or how she saw me if she did. But I saw her…that's all I know." She finished her story with a melodramatic ending, and looked back at Lucy, whose cheeks were stained with tears and whose hands were clamped over her wide-open mouth in shock and fright. "I'm sorry," she told her charge, softly. She felt foolish. After just telling this girl that she had seen her sisters tortured to death, all she could say was sorry. What else could she say?

Again, silence drifted over the room, settling into the corners like a blanket. No one looked at Lucy. Piper's eyes were on Prue's hand. Prue was staring at her mother, who was in turn watching Phoebe. As Phoebe studied her feet, Lucy's sobs escaped from her mouth and everyone looked back up. Lucy's face was pale and tears were sliding down her cheeks, but she made no move to stop them. Her sisters were being tortured. Hurt. Killed. Probably to reveal where Lucy was now. They were in pain and there was nothing Lucy could do to help them, in fact, it was because of her that this was happening. If only she was with them now. She was alone with only four other women who, while being witches themselves, did not even know how to save them. The most powerful witches in the world were stumped on how to rescue the Millers. What could they do? Her sisters could be dying at this very moment and they were no closer to finding the way.

"Lucy," A voice whispered, startling the woman out of her woes. Hesitantly, Lucy looked up into Piper's face. Piper was fighting back tears as she watched the youngest Magicked One wallowing in helpless despair. She could not imagine how Lucy felt right now, but she couldn't just leave Lucy to die in her grief. "We will get them back," she continued, trying to sound sure of herself. "I promise you." She slid one of her smooth, tan hands into Lucy's cold ones and squeezed it, trying to act reassuringly.

Lucy did not bother to hide her grief. She rocked back and forth on the couch, wringing Piper's hand with her own, tears splashing onto her knee. "I'm scared," Lucy whispered to the air, and ducked her head as more tears welled in her eyes. She coughed and then dissolved further into sadness.

Piper winced as her hand was pressed tightly, but she hid her pain. Her free arm trickled around Lucy's shoulders, then in a motherly gesture, she pulled the girl close to her own body. Lucy's head dropped slowly to rest on Piper's shoulder as Piper comfortingly stroked Lucy's knee and gripped her gently, supporting the younger girl's quivering body. "I know," Piper whispered in reply. Me too. She thought, but didn't say it out loud. That was the last thing Lucy needed right now. For her to break down as well. But she was scared for the Millers. Scared for her own family. Scared for what could, and would ultimately, come to pass.