Prue's camera shutter clicked, her lens focused on Nathanial Pratt. He was giving a speech about witches. The basic message:

"We have a right, and a duty to stop the evil in our town, the world. We must band together if we are to stop the evil! Join me today! Help us defeat the witches; the evil!" The crowed cheered, as Prue took more pictures. Most of the photographers cleared. Prue took another picture of Pratt.

"Perfect," she said. Pratt walked up to her.

"Hello," he said, stretching out his hand, "And you are?"

"I'm Prue....Prue Halliwell."

"Halliwell? That name sounds...familiar."

"My sister," said Prue, "was a witch. She was executed about a month ago; burned. Phoebe Halliwell. She killed Cal Green..."

"Oh, right. I'm Nathanial Pratt," he said, his hand still outstretched.

"I know," Prue said, "And I won't shake the hand of the man who killed my sister." Pratt's hand fell.

"I like you, Prue. I want you to join me. As a witch-hunter. After all, you knew a witch. Your knowledge....It'd help..."

"Sorry. No thanks." She picked up her back and walked away.

"Just think about it, Prue." Pratt yelled back.

She got into her car, and she placed her back in the passenger's seat, started the car, and drove toward home.

Paige sat at home, staring at the golden card. She took her and, and placing them near the top of the card, she started to rip, but she stopped. She sat the card down on the table in front of her. She stared at the card again. A hand reached slowly around the chair, and it grasped Paige's neck. The demon lifted her up, strangling her.

"LEO!" She gasped.

"Hello?" Called Prue, "Pi — Oh!" Prue flung her hand, the demon flew into the kitchen, and he landed on the table. It crashed into pieces, Paige fell over the back of the chair and landed on the floor.

Prue ran to the kitchen doorway and telekinetically threw the demon to the right, into the wall. The demon shimmered, and reappeared standing behind Prue. He shot a ball of light at her back. She fell.

"Knife!" Paige yelled, a knife orbed away from the table, and it reappeared in the demon's chest. The demon exploded. Prue stood up slowly.

"Oh...My head..."

"I killed a demon!" Said Paige. "My first demon!"

"Yeah...Good for you. Is Piper here? I want to talk to her about Pratt..."

"Nathanial Pratt?"
"What other Pratt do we know, Paige?"

"I just mean...It could have been his wife —,"

"He's not married," Prue started to walk to the kitchen, Paige following.

"How do you know?"

"Well," said Prue, "He hit on me today..."

"He..." said Paige, laughing, "Hit on you...."
"Yeah....."

"No, Leo," said Piper, coming in the back door, "I can't."

"Can't....What?" asked Paige.

"Pratt hit on me today," said Prue, at the same time.

"Leo wants me to marry him again...And Pratt hit on you?"

"Leo asked you to marry him," asked Prue, "And yes, he did. He said 'I want you to join me. As a witch-hunter. After all, you knew a witch. Your knowledge....It'd help..' I don't think he knows I'm a witch. I just think he...Thinks Phoebe told me a lot....He doesn't know the half of it...."

"Yes. Leo asked me to marry him. And he wants you to be a.....what?"

"A witch-hunter. So, why don't you want to marry him?"

"It's just so confusing. I can't marry him right now. And a witch-hunter? When did you talk to him?"

"When I was taking pictures of him. And you should so marry him."

"I will. Leo, I want to marry you," she and Leo kissed.

"But, Prue," said Leo, "Maybe he's just trying to lure you into a trap. I think he may have found our you're a witch. I don't know how."

"But, there can't be any way that he could know. Unless he knows the truth about witches," said Prue.

"The truth?" Piper asked.

"Yeah. The truth. That magic passes through blood. Pratt thinks that witches just...Become witches either from just nothing, or that they get their powers from learning the craft from other witches," answered Prue. "I'm going take it."

"Take...What?" Asked Paige.

"The job."

"Are you insane?" Paige asked.

"You're the one who asked," Prue said.

"That's a dumb idea. He'll definatly know you're a witch."

"Actually, I think it's a great idea." Piper said, "She'll be right under Pratt's nose. She'll be able to spy on him, learn their moves, and...you know...It'll be useful."

"I think so too." Said Leo.

"OK. So, I'm gonna call Pratt. He left a card in my pocket; I guess when I was leaving."

"Prue, if you do this, he could hurt you. Even kill you."

"Please, Paige. Nothing can kill me."

"Boasting a bit, aren't ya, Prue," asked Paige, "Something's bound to kill you sometime."

"No, I'm not. I've been threatened enough in the past, what? Two years? And I've been just fine. I've only died once. And that once, it was by choice. Not because I demon got me. I can handle myself."

"Prue, it's not that you can't handle it. It's just that if he gets you, finds out that you're a witch, he'll kill you, and then there'll be no Power of Three."

"No. There won't. But Paige, we've got to have some way of knowing what Pratt's gonna do next. It's the only way." Prue picked up the phone and typed in the number on the card.

"Hello?" Asked Pratt. "Who is it?"
"It's Prue. Prue Halliwell. I'm calling about the job you offered me this morning."

"Leo, lets go." Said Piper. She and Leo grasped hands and walked out. Paige took one, disapproving look at Prue and left through the back door.

"And..." asked Pratt.

"I've reconsidered. I want the job. I agree. My knowledge may help."

"Good. Now when ca —."

"Will your job mess up my photography job?"

"No. You'll have plenty of time for yourself. You just come and tell us about witches, maybe roam the city. If you have to, capture one."

"How?" Asked Prue.

"How —,"

"How do I capture a witch? How am I supposed to stop someone with magic?"

"We'll give you a weapon. It blasts witches. Stops their powers. Freezes them. Just for a short time."

"So," said Prue, "You'll just give me this weapon and I'll roam around San Fransisco and stop witches?"

"And you just do this for all witch-hunters?"

"Of course," said Pratt, "As I'll do for them, I'll do for you."

"Join me at the penitentiary. Tomorrow after your shoot. Or before. Anytime. Goodbye, Prue."

"Bye." Prue placed the receiver down. She left the kitchen and walked up the stairs, into the attic. There, she discovered a demon suspending Piper and Paige in midair, red rings around their necks. She flung her hand, and the demon flew into the wall, Piper and Paige fell to the floor. Piper stood up, Paige was unconscious. Piper opened her hands, her, arms out stretched. The demon exploded.

"This is getting ridiculous. We're attacked more here than we were in 1999."

"Yeah well, at least we've got a power boost in this time."

"I don't get it."

"What?"

"Well, Paige can move things with her mind — so can you. Is she like...sharing your powers?" asked Piper.

Piper sat down on a nearby couch, pulling Paige onto. Paige woke up.

"My head feels like it's on fire."

"Yeah, good thing it's not. OK, Leo — how can Paige move things with her mind if I can?"

"Well," said Leo, "The circle of charmed powers is Telekinesis, Temporal Stasis —,"

"Temporal stasis?"

"Time freezing. Any way, Temporal Stasis, and Premonitions. So, Phoebe had the power of premonition. So, the next, Paige, is telekinesis. But, being half white-lighter, she orbs them instead of just moving like you can."

"So, why does she have to call for it? Why can't she just wave her hand?" Piper asked.

"On a cosmic scale, orbing is more difficult because of the way it works. Rather than just randomly throwing it, it has to have a precise place of which to move it to."

"Doesn't answer the question, Leo."

"Well, in time, she may not have to. It could be that her power has been latent for so long, that she just — can't. In time, she —,"

"Won't have to. You've already said that." Said Paige. "And, I'd rather not have to at all." A demon shimmered into the attic.

"Prepare to die, witches."

"God! Here we go again." Said Piper.