A/N (AUTHOR'S NOTE) THE NAME OF THIS CHAPTER IS Prue's Plan, Piper's Love, Paige's Offer, Oh My! THERE JUST WASN'T ENOUGH ROOM TO PUT IN THE ACTUAL TITLE.

Prue screamed as the ground grew closer. It seemed as if time slowed. She suddenly became aware of all her thoughts; all her feelings. She thought she was going to die; she was afraid how her sisters would go on. A thought popped into her mind:

If I were not here...Where would I be? The manor. I don't want to be here. I want to be at the manor.

Prue closed her eyes. Red energy surrounded her and moved inward, and her feet found solid ground. She opened them. She was standing in the manor's foyer. She fell to her knees, her camera scraping the ground. She stood up and ran straight downstairs into the basement. She turned on her red light, and put her picture under the enlarger, and developed it. Pinning it up with a clothespin, she looked at it, chewing gum. Under them, a table sat, and on it, a blueprint of Hobart State Penitentiary, HSP, a jail for witches. Her head fell down, her chin resting on her chest. She astral projected and reappeared behind a large column.

"It's time to die, witches," said Pratt, "And you're just the first of millions." Pratt pointed at a man who stood near a board of buttons and switches. He turned a few dials. Fire rose from the pier and the witches screamed. Prue stood, and she watched. Not the witches but, behind Pratt. The room appeared to be empty except for five people. She recognized only one, Sherry Tylun. She stood, arms crossed, a smile spread across her face. She watched as the witches screamed and burned. Barely ten minutes passed and the witches screams were long gone. People came from the room, and they swept up the ashes. She disappeared from the room, taking a fleeting look across Pratt's gleaming face. She woke up in her darkroom. She took a look at the blueprints, and added the little room, and the piers to it. She then studied it, as if she would never see it again.

"Soon," she said, "Soon, I'll bust in." She looked at the cells on the blueprints. "And set you free."

Music played loudly, and Piper stood behind the counter in the center of the room. She gave drinks to customers while the band played, ever louder. Other workers walked around, picking up trash, or taking orders from people at tables. Piper, smiling, walked away from the counter and into the back room, for a break. She opened the door and her smile fell.

"What're you doing here —,"

"Piper, I had to see you, OK? I can't keep living without you. I still —,"

"No, Leo. You don't love me. You left me. I read my — her diary — I — she wears this ring to remind her of you. She hopes that you'll come back to her."

"No, you hope I'll come back. And Piper, I have just hope you will too, Piper. I love you," he said. Piper shook her head.

"NO LEO!" Yelled Piper. "YOU LEFT ME — leave, Leo. Please."

"No. I won't." Leo grabbed Piper and kissed her. She pushed him away. "I love you."

"No, Leo. Just because you love me, it doesn't change anything," she said. And she walked back through the door, into her club. She smiled, and touched her lips gingerly, as she went back to work.

Paige sat at her office, and she looked around for her purse. She saw the edge of it. A woman was walking toward her cubicle. She tripped over the purse and then stopped, frozen. Paige stood up, and looked around, expecting to see Piper.

"Piper!?" Paige yelled, "You there?"

"No. It is I," said a disembodied voice. Orbs appeared and an Elder appeared before her. "I am an Elder."
"An Elder? What would an Elder want with me?"

"We want to recruit you. You're half white-lighter. We want you to assist charges, witches and future white-lighters. You'll need to be trained, of course. Just to teach you how to orb. So you can find your charges where ever they may be."

"A white-lighter?"

"Yes. A guardian angel for witches. They guide them. Help them. Rip this card," said the Elder, handing a golden card to Paige, "when you have an answer for me. Goodbye." He orbed away. Time unfroze. The woman fell.

"I'm sorry," said Paige, snatching up her purse. She walked out the doors and climbed into her car. She looked at the card. She put it in her pocket and started her car, then started off toward the manor.

Paige got out of her car and went into the manor.

"Leo!" She called. Leo orbed in. Paige handed the card to Leo.

"Yeah..."

"I don't know what to do, Leo. What do white-lighters do exactly?"

"Well, I can tell you right now, that you don't have to answer. Not now, not ever. It's a choice. They just...Well, they help people. They usually start off with one charge, a future white-lighter. Then, if you do a good job, they may assign you more. It's a very excellent, un-paying job." Chimes rang through Leo's head. "I've got to go." He orbed away.

Paige sat on the couch, looking at the little card.

Later that night, Piper sat in the back room of P3, her and Leo holding each other, kissing.

"I love you," said Piper between kisses.