"Who are you," Paige asked.

"I," said the man, "am Daniel. And I need your help. I am the protector of the athema of Zorne. I'm under attack."

"Why not use your demonic powers to vanquish them?" Prue asked.

"Because I don't want to use evil magic. Yes, I vanquished some. But, others I don't have the power to vanquish. Only you guys do..."

"So what do you want us to do?" Asked Piper, "If you've been collecting powers, and have millions, why can't you stop them?"

"Because. I'm just one mortal who found this damned athema and yes, I have millions of demonic powers. But, I just....You're the Charmed Ones."

"Yeah," said Piper, "We are. So?"

"So? You guys are stronger than me. Than the Elders. Than all other witches in the world and all demons in the underworld."

"What happened to the quiet?"

"Quiet? What quiet?"

"Demons never attack us."

"That's not right," said Daniel, "I've heard rumors that demons have been going after you daily. Whole factions."

"Factions? Wait — Where are these demons going?"

"Well, actually, here. That's what I've heard. Rumors, mostly. Some are true. But, most aren't."

"What kind of rumors?" Asked Prue.

"Well," Daniel said, "Mostly rumors like "Yeah. I just sent my whole faction up to the Charmed Ones. They're dead. So are Lukon and Raliton's factions..."

"We haven't been attacked in so long." Said Prue. Daniel blew up, and the athema faded away, a demon stood behind where he just stood. A fireball sprung up in his hand, and he threw it. It hit Prue in the chest. She exploded, leaving a pile of dust behind. Paige grabbed Piper and astraled away, as a fireball hit the wall behind them.

"It's going to be alright, Piper," said Leo, "It's going to be fine. You still have Paige."

"It's not that," Piper said, wiping her eyes. Paige stood behind her. "It's just Prue. She was the best. The strongest. If that demon killed Prue, he's going to kill us too. All of us. Even you."

"No," said Paige, "Don't think like — like that."

"We're in the Underworld. Hiding from demons — We're dead. Either way. We're gonna die."

"No. We —,"

"Paige!" Piper looked into her sister's eyes.

"Piper, I just don't want to die."

"Neither do I," said Piper. But, we've got no other — Leo?" Piper said, as Leo fell, an arrow in his back. A second arrow was shot at Paige, who grabbed Piper, placed her foot on Leo's back and orbed the three of them away.

They orbed back into an alley. Piper bent over Leo's body.

"Heal him," said Piper, "Heal him now."

"Piper, I can't. I can't heal him. I've never learned how. I'm only half-whitelighter. Half. That means it will be a while before I can heal him — Piper — Leo's — Leo's dead." Piper looked down at her husband's body. It wasn't moving. She cried harder.

"Why?"

"No, Piper. You can fix it. We can still do the plan. Save Pratt from his clones." Paige grabbed Piper shoulder and orbed out, orbing back into Pratt's office.

"We need to do the plan," said Piper, "Now."

"What," asked Pratt, standing up, "Why?"

"Leo's dead, Prue's dead. We could be dead. But not if I can get back to the past," said Piper, "Fast."