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Phoebe and Derek stood in each otherís embrace. They were in heaven, mutually drinking in the bliss of their sensuality. With one hand, he rubbed her back. With the other, he ran his
fingers through her hair. He slowly covered her face with tender, gentle kisses. With her eyes closed, she moaned and sighed with pleasure. They had been doing this for a week. She
wants this to go on forever.

Between the curtains of the livingroom window, prying eyes peered. Piper smiled upon the scene. She was so happy to see her sister once again immersed in the dizzy bliss of romance.

But it seemed all too soon, he had to say, "I got to go."

"Awwww! Do you really have to?"

"Yes. I really have to. But Iíll be back for this evening."

"Iíll be counting the hours and minutes."

"So will I."

After one more kiss, they reluctantly broke their embrace. Derek put his Australian hat back on and adjusted its jaunt. He went back to his pick-up and Phoebe opened the door to go back
into the house.

She turned and called to him, "I love you, Derek!"

He called back, "I love you, Sugar Doll!"

She watched him get into his pick-up and drive away. She went inside and closed the door, beaming widely with her head dreamily swimming. Then she walked into the livingroom to
find Piper laughing.

"What!"

"He calls you ëSugar Dollí! Thatís so cute!"

"Oh please! Donít!"

"No, really! I think thatís so cute! None of your other boyfriends ever called you by a cutesy pet name."

Prue walked in. "Whatís going on?"

"Derek calls her ëSugar Dollí!"

"Oh how sweet!"

"Oh please! Both of you!"

When Prue stopped laughing, she asked, "So, did he accept our invitation to dinner?"

"He did."

"Does he have any preference?"

"He says heís been all around the world and usually samples the local fare. So heíd like something San Franciscan. The only foods, I know that are San Franciscan are hamburgers,
burritos, and pizzas. Piper, youíre the chef. Whatís San Franciscan?"

Piper thought for a moment. "Seafood. Since weíre surrounded by water.... And our famous sourdough bread.... So, ... Letís say baked salmon, ... wild rice, a salad, warmed sourdough
bread with butter, and a Napa Valley wine; ... perhaps a pinot noir."

"Perfect! I just have one class today. So I have plenty of time to shop and prepare the dinner."

"Buy a salmon fresh at the Wharf. Iíll fillet it."

"Youíd do that for me?" Phoebe gave Piper a hug. "Oh, youíre such a sweet sister!"

"Anything for love."

Prue commented, "It always thought you were looking for a man like Billy; you know -- the one in those old horror movies."

"Oh, but he is! He is!" Phoebe insisted. "Heís kind, compassionate, considerate, brave, ... adventurous, ... and a lot of other things Billy is!"

Piper added, "And he leaves a smile on your face every morning."

"Thatís a bonus. Oh! What a bonus!"

"So, how is he?"

"Fantastic! Every morning, every cell in my body just feels so good!"

"Wait a minute!" Prue interrupted. "Youíre telling us your bedroom secrets?"

"If you donít want to hear it, youíre free to leave the room."

"Are you kidding? I wouldnít miss this for the world! So, how is he?"

The sisters sat in the livingroom, conversing for awhile, when a cloud of blue light appeared in the room. A whitelighter was orbing in. They were expecting Leo but got a surprize.
There stood a stranger; a middle-aged man, slightly heavy set, with a small mustache, dressed in a black suit and bowler derby, and a black umbrella hanging on his right forearm.

"Good day," he flatly greeted them in a blubbery English voice. "Leo is away on a special mission. My name is Reginald. I am your whitelighter for the day." [Authorís note: I picture
Terry Jones, of Monty Pythonís Flying Circus, as Reginald.]

The sisters exchanged confused looks, not knowing what to make of this. This was the first whitelighter theyíve seen, other than Leo. This peculiar stranger removed his hat and hung it
and his umbrella on the coatrack. He walked over to where they sat and a clipboard appeared in his hand. By his facial expression, he seemed bored or indignant about doing this job. His
eyes were half closed and he spoke in a monotone.

"As you know, your powers are growing. The Elders feel it is time to test the limits of those powers, individually and collectively. This is to show you your own potentials and let you
see how you must adapt to their growth. I am giving you each an individual assignment. When all of you are finished, we will meet here again for your collective assignments."

He took three sheets of paper from the clipboard and set them on the coffee table in front of each of the sisters. The clipboard vanished and he went back to the coatrack, where he picked
up his derby and umbrella.

"Good luck, Ladies! See you this afternoon. Cheerio!"

He orbed out. The sisters simply sat back speechless, not knowing what to say for awhile. Finally Piper broke the silence. "Uh ... Was there a strange looking man just here, talking to
us about the Elders, our powers, and stuff?"

Prue gave her a curious look and nodded. "Uh-huh."

"Oh good! I thought I was hallucinating!"

Prue and Phoebe broke down giggling.

"Really! I mean, can any of you believe that was real?"

Prue picked up the paper in front of her and looked it over. "Well, this paper is real. And so is the printing on it."

Piper looked over the paper in front of her. "This is strange. They tested us before, but weíd find out afterwards, that it was a test. Leo never told us beforehand. And he never put it in
writing."

"Well, this test has a different purpose. Before, we were tested on moral decisions. This one is a test of power. Remember when we went into the future? We didnít realize how much our
powers had grown. I nearly destroyed the house and you froze a whole street full of people. So it would be beneficial to see how much stronger we have grown and how to adjust to it,
mentally and emotionally."

"Right," Phoebe agreed. "We should learn how to measure our growth on our own and how to readjust each step of the way. That way, we wonít need the Elders testing us every few
years or months."

She had been looking over the paper before her, but when she touched it, a vision flashed in her head. She saw a little girl, about six or seven years old, hanging onto a high rocky ledge.
She had her face pressed against the rock and was crying in desperation. Below, on a beach, her mother helplessly cried and kept calling out her name.

"Oh my God! Someoneís in trouble! Iíve got to get to her!"

Prue asked, "You had a prediction?"

"Yes! When I touched the paper! You think this might be my test?"

Piper propounded, "Would you risk someoneís life to find out?"

"No! I just donít know where she is! All I saw was a beach!"

Prue asked, "What does you assignment paper say?"

Phoebe looked it over. "Itís just a list of suggestions. It says nothing about an assignment."

"Maybe, because of your power, they knew youíd see your assignment, without having to read it written down."

"Wait! Hereís something! ëTo prolong the duration of your inner sight, hold the catalyst tighter, longer, and concentrate. Note all details: persons, background, clothing, etc.í All right!
Here goes."

She pressed her paper tightly against herself and closed her eyes. She had the vision again, but this time, didnít let go of the paper until she saw enough. "Bakerís Beach! I recognize it!
Prue, can I borrow your car?"

"Yes! Take it! Go! Go! Go!"

Phoebe ran out the front door.

"Wow!" Piper exclaimed. "I wonder if my assignment is that urgent."

"What is your assignment?"

"It just says ëThe Canneryí."

"Does it say when?"

"No."

"Mine neither. So Iíll assume they arenít urgent."

She got up and went to the stairs. Piper followed her to the hall. "So, what do you have to do to make the assignment wait?"

"A little research on our dinner guest."

Out of curiosity, Piper followed her to the attic. "Research on Derek? How?"

They went to The Book of Shadows. Prue began flipping through it. "By looking up Cthulhu, Rílyeh, Necronomicon, and anything else to do with Dunwich."

"What do you suspect of him?"

"He could belong to a cult of the Great Old Ones. If so, weíve got to find out what he has planned for San Francisco."

"Thatís a switch. First, Phoebe had suspicions and we thought it was nonsense. I wonder what changed her mind."

"Sheís blinded by love."

"Oh yeah! She seems so happy with him."

"She seemed so happy with all the other men in her life ... at first."

Phoebe drove along Lincoln Boulevard, from where she could view Bakerís Beach. She carefully scanned the coastline for surroundings that matched her vision. In a parking area, she
parked the car and took out a coil of rope and a pair of gardening gloves. Along the path, leading to the beach, she veered off to climb a rock. She looked north and south, looking and
listening. "Where can they be?"

"Yes! Where indeed?" She looked around and spotted Reginald standing on a nearby rock. "How long do you think a little girl can hang on?"

"How did you know...? Did you put that child in danger just to test me?"

"You have little time. Itís a long way north and a long way south. How do you decide?"

Phoebe took a moment to think hard. "In my prediction, sheís on a sheer cliff, with plenty of trees over hanging. From what I remember, thereís nothing like that to the north, so it
must be to the south."

"Good show!" he praised, with out any sincerity, then orbed out.

Phoebe got down from the rock and ran along the path on the rocky shelf over the beach, heading south.

Prue closed The Book of Shadows, sighing with frustration. "Nothing! I canít believe it! Many of our ancestors lived in Massachusetts but not one mentions Dunwich!"

Piper suggested, "Maybe none of them found any reason to go there."

"But they must have heard about it. They should have written something; at least a warning to stay away from there. I read about it, mentioned in passing, in other books. Youíd think
one of our ancestors would have at least made a passing remark on it."

"I agree. Itís a mystery. So, what will you do now?"

"You did some on-line research at that house, during the incident with the warlock in the jigsaw puzzle. Remember?" (She still contemptuously referred to the branch office of the
American Psychic Society as that house.)

"Miles Heolster. Yes."

"Well, you can do it again on Dunwich and the Great Old Ones. Meanwhile, if I can get my hands on the Necronomicon again, Iíll give that a thorough going-over."

"But all that will have to wait. We still have our assignments to do."

"Oh yes! Our assignments! Letís get that out of the way. But Iíd really like to know what Derek is before Phoebe gets too deeply involved."

"Too late. Sheís already way over her head in love."

"This is not going to be easy for me, is it?"

"It never is. So, where is your assignment?"

"London Jack."

"Thatís in Oakland, isnít it?"

"Yes."

"How will you get there? You let Phoebe take your car."

"Iíll take a taxi to BART and BART to Oakland."

"I can at least drive you to BART."

[Authorís note: For you non-Californians, BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit) is the local railway system.]

Phoebe came running to a group of trees, overhanging a sheer drop. Looking down, she saw no one there. She looked further on south to the row of trees overhanging the rocky shelf.
"They all look alike!"

"Do they?" Phoebe looked up to a higher shelf to see Reginald looking down on her. "What do you do now?"

Phoebe took out her assignment paper, pressed it to herself, and concentrated. She got nothing this time. "I got my first prediction from touching this paper! But now Iím not getting
anything!"

"How do you usually receive your predictions?"

"I touch an object or person or stand in a particular spot! Sometimes just being close to an object or making eye contact with a person will do!"

"Are you not also a factor in the matter? Since you are coming to the rescue, you are also part of the scene!"

"So what do I do?"

"Touch yourself!"

"What?!"

"Oh for heavenís sake! Put your hand on a part of yourself! Put your hand on your head!"

She did and concentrated. It worked. She began seeing the scene from above; from the perspective of where she will be. She backed up her view to see more details of the surroundings.
"All right! I got it!"

"Brav-o!" he called out sarcastically and orbed out.

Phoebe shot a glare in his direction then continued running down the path.

Piper walked up to the large red brick building. The walls of the second floor were covered with ivy, hanging down from the terraces above. The giant star, over the front gate and under
the large white letters THE CANNERY, reminded her of an inverted pentagram -- the symbol of evil. Not a good omen of things to come within. Despite her apprehensions, she felt
duty-bound to enter. She was confronted by stairs and corridors, leading to a multitude of various shops. She didnít know what was expected of her or for what she should be searching.
Wandering the maze of hallways, she pretended to be window-shopping, while looking all around for anything out of place.

Phoebe ran along the trail until she came to a spot where she recognized a pattern of trees and rocks. Looking over the edge, she saw the woman from her vision, looking up the shelf
face, with tears in her eyes and calling out the girlís name. A few other people were gathered around, trying to climb the shelf or comfort the mother. Phoebe went to the spot where the
woman faced and looked down. In the middle of the sheer 80-foot drop, the little girl clung to what she could, crying loudly. Phoebe quickly tied one end of the rope to the nearest tree
and the other end around her waist. Making sure the knots were snug enough, she put on the gloves for a better grip. Holding onto the rope, she carefully back up over the cliffís edge and
began descending the shelfís face.

"Hold on, little girl! Iím coming down! Donít be afraid! Iíll be right there!"

Climbing down, she felt the traction, between her boots and the rock, faltering. She found that holding up her own weight was harder than she thought. Trepidation crept over her as she
more and more realized how high off the ground she was. Then she wondered what she would do when she reached the girl. She needed both hands on the rope. Then she wondered if she
could hold the combined weight. Then she wondered if she brought enough rope. If she couldnít safely lower the girl to the ground, sheíd have to climb all the way back up, carrying all
that weight. It looks so easy in the movies!

The train pulled into Oakland Station. Prue stepped out into the sun and oriented herself. Her immediate need was a taxi to get her to her assignment point. Through all the riding and
waiting, she kept going over her paper. There wasnít much to cover one page, but she felt it would be important.

Piper sipped her cappuccino as she continued through the winding halls. She briefly looked around in each shop to see where her powers would be needed. One shop was an art gallery,
filled with people sipping champagne and eating caviar on crackers. A sign outside announced the opening of new exhibits and listed artistsí names she didnít recognize. She dropped her
cup into a trashcan before entering. (It might appear gauche to walk among champagne drinkers with a paper coffee cup.) She glanced at several of the paintings displayed, but mostly
concentrated on the people. Would a warlock, terrorist, or some other kind of criminal strike where there are so many people? She accepted a glass of champagne to fit in, but took only
tiny sips. She wanted to be clear-headed when faced with the test.

Phoebe awkwardly inched her way down the face of the rock shelf. She felt her arms tiring and her spirit floundering. Then she noticed she didnít hear the girl crying anymore. She looked
down to see her looking up to her wide-eyed. Itís a look Phoebe will never forget. The little girl was looking to her with hope. She had faith in her and Phoebe couldnít let her down.
She found within herself a renewed strength, a refreshed vigor, and began taking longer strides downward. From that point on, it took very little time to reach her.

"All right, Honey, now put your arms around me! Just hold onto me tight!" The girl carefully put her arms around Phoebeís midriff, just under her breasts. "Okay! Ready? Here we go!"

When Phoebe felt her hold snug enough, she continued her descent. She could hear people below cheering and applauding, but knew it wasnít over yet.

Prue got out of the taxi and paid the driver. She looked at the building up and down and decided to look around on the outside first, wanting see if her assignment could be near the
building rather than inside. It was at the rear of the building she was proven right.

"Hey! Stop that man! Give me back my child!"

Prue looked across the street to see a woman chasing a man, carrying a little boy, about five years old, over his shoulder. She didnít stop to think but also ran. She quickly and carefully
maneuvered across the busy street and got ahead of the woman. The man glanced back to see Prue gaining on him with a fierce determination. So he swiftly turned down an alley, leaving
Prue to awkwardly compromise this sudden maneuver. Down the alley the man made another turn. Before she could reach the corner, Prue heard the slam of a metal door. After turning,
she found herself in a dead end, surrounded by doors. She went to the only metal door, but it had no handle and was labeled, "EXIT ONLY. DO NOT ENTER." How could he have
opened it from the outside? Either an accomplice was waiting for him or heís a warlock. Prue used her power to pull the door open.

On entering, she found only darkness. She felt around for a light switch and flicked it up and down. But no light came on. When the door slammed shut behind her, she couldnít find
anything else. A life was in danger; in need of her help. But how could she help when she couldnít even see where she was going? Then she remembered one of the suggestions on her
assignment paper. Her powers can not only be used to move objects but also to feel around in unseen areas. She tried that. She sent out her mental powers in all directions; lightly at
first, then pressed a little more. She was surprized that she could "feel" where she was. The energy, she sent out, was like many hands and fingers feeling around in the dark. It was just
like a cat, using its whiskers to feel its way through a dark narrow passage. She felt the walls, floor, ceiling, furniture, and rubble on the floor.

But the urgency of the situation pushed her forward. She began moving down the hall quickly, with anxiety for the little boy, but at the same time drunk with this new sensation. In
total darkness, she could "see" everything up to 20 feet or more. She could "see" every tile on the floor, every crack on the walls, and even the treads inside empty light sockets.

Phoebe continued descending the rock face, with the little girl hanging on. Then one of her fears came true. She ran out of rope. Looking down, she estimated that they were still about
30 feet off the ground. The little girl remained silent, which Phoebe took as a sign of her continued confidence. Not wanting to let that confidence down, she controlled her feelings of
panic. With no more need to hold onto the rope, she took the girl into her arms. (She kept her feet planted on the rock face while hanging by her waist.) For the girlís sake, she had to
swallow her pride and ask for help.

Twisting her head around, as much as she could, she called out, "Iím out of rope! I canít come down any further!"

She heard the gasps of anxiety and groans of disappointment. Some again tried climbing up to her, but here wasnít enough finger or toehold to support anyoneís weight. Phoebe craned
her neck around enough to spot a blanket on the beach.

"Hey! Bring that blanket over here!... That one!... Yes, that one!... Now eight or ten of you hold the edges and pull tight! Iíll drop her into it!"

Soon she had more than enough volunteers holding out the blanket under her.

"All right, Sweetie. Iím going to let you go and those people down there will catch you. Okay? Youíre going to be fine now. Okay?"

Phoebe carefully maneuvered herself into an upside down position while holding the little girl by the wrists. The girl looked down at the blanket far below then back up at Phoebe. Her
eyes were wide with some reservation but still held faith in Phoebe. Phoebe smiled at her.

"Youíre going to be fine. Okay? Ready?"

She unlocked her fingers and the girl went falling falling falling. Phoebe stopped breathing as she watched the girl go down down down. It seemed that time had slowed down. It was the
longest fall she had ever witnessed. It seemed like forever when the little girl finally hit the blanket and bounced, then the surrounding people rushed in and caught her in their hands.
Cheers and applause broke out. The mother scooped up her child and held her tightly, weeping. People shouted thanks and congratulations up to Phoebe, who still hung there upside
down, smiling and waving back to them.

Some called to her, "Are you all right? Do you need any help?"

She called back, "No, thank you! Iím fine! I can make it!"

Taking hold of the rope, she righted herself and began the long arduous climb back up.

Prue continued making her way through dark hallways, checking each room along the way. She came to a hall with a row of dirty windows, letting in enough light to see. As much as
she had enjoyed the new sensation of this new use of her powers, she decided to conserve her energy for the fight ahead.

The door at the end of that hall led to another. On the opposite side of the windows was a low wall, over which hung a vast blackness. Prue leaned over the wall and projected her powers
outward, "feeling" the area out there. It was a very wide-open space, surrounded by other mezzanines. The depth was further than her power could reach. She tried narrowing the scope of
her "view" to lengthen it. It worked. She began reaching beyond 30, 40, 50 feet. At six stories down, she "touched" bottom, but, at that distance, couldnít pick up as much detail.

She sat on the floor, her back to the wall, holding her knees. Concentrating on the area six stories below, she took a deep breath and went into a trance. Her astral body projected to the
main landing. In the dark she couldnít see anything and doesnít have her powers when outside her body. So she had to feel her way around with her hands. She moved towards what she
guessed was the center of the floor and walked into something big and hard. Prue felt it over and visualized a large block of stone. The sound of breathing stopped her cold. She cocked her
head side to side to home in on its direction. It was coming from the center of the stone table. She felt around in that direction and found the little boy bound and gagged. Then it came to
mind that this is a sacrificial altar and she realized why the boy was snatched. She quickly began fumbling with the ropes, trying to untie him, when a light broke through the crack under
a door. Someone was coming. She returned back to her body. She needed to be fully intact to have her full powers to deal with the sacrificer.

She guessed that the next door down the hall might lead to a way down. On throwing the door open, she was startled by four men in red robes and hoods and gold chains. Warlocks!
They moved forward on her. She used her powers to throw them back, but they simply swayed back, for a moment, then continued their advance. She tried again. The effect was the
same. Then she tried to throw a punch at the nearest one. But he caught her by the arm. His hand felt hard as a rock and just as cold. With one flick of his wrist, he slammed her onto the
floor. Prue lied dazed, with pain pulsating in her back and hips. Looking up, she saw the four hooded figures reaching down for her. Quickly she concentrated her power on their
surroundings, whipping up a storm of wood, plaster, broken glass, paper, and dust. This occupied them long enough for her to push herself up from the floor and run for the door she had
entered.

In the other hall, she used her powers to scoop up the rubble into a bank against the door. But soon, her pursuers were ramming the door and her barricade was beginning to give. As she
backed away, she noticed Reginald standing off to one side.

"Your power has little effect on them and you are outnumbered. What do you do?"

"Run!" She took off for the other end of the hall.

"Exactly!"

Then she stopped and whirled around in surprize. "What?"

"What good are you to the one, whom you wish to rescue, if you are dead? Run for your life first, then return with a fresh approach."

He orbed out. Prue threw up her arms, rolling her eyes, thinking "Duh! I could have told you that!", then continued running.

Piper concluded that there was nothing for her to do in the art gallery. She put down her champagne flute and headed for the door. On the way, one display caught her attention. On a
canvas, which ran floor to ceiling, ran a crooked line upward, branching out here and there. At first Piper wondered, "Of all the things people consider art...!" Then she noticed it
moving. It crept upward, putting out new branches along the way. It took awhile for her to realize that she was not looking at a painting, but a crack in the wall, growing before her
eyes. Wondering why not else could see this, she made her way through the crowd towards this developing disaster.

"Excuse me, people! Excuse me! Could you move away from that wall? Itís about to...!"

With a loud crack, a huge chunk of the wall broke away. Piper threw out her hands and froze the stones and plaster in place, as well as the entire room full of people. She made her way
through the immobilized crowd and stood at the crumbled wall. If she unfreezes the people, she would also unfreeze the wall, letting it come down on them. But how can she move a
room full of frozen people?

"What do I do now?"

"Yes! What do you do?" Reginald stood by the door.

Phoebe finally made it back to the top of the rock shelf. She untied the rope from around the tree, rewound it into a coil, and slung it over her shoulder. On her way back to the car, she
kept looking around for Reginald, wondering if thereís something else she should be doing.

"Hey! Is that it?... What was all that suppose to prove?... Hey!... What do I do now?"

She paused awhile, putting her hand on top of her head and concentrating. She suddenly received a vision of her sisters at her office desk at the American Psychic Society. Piper was
sitting in front of the computer, while Prue stood beside her with a large book. Phoebe felt that she should be with them and headed out in that direction.

Prue sat in the dark, listening carefully for any sound of movement. Cautiously she pushed the cabinet door open and climbed out. The room was still in total darkness, so she was sure
she was alone. (Had someone else been in the room, the lights would have been on.) She quietly made her way back to the hall of windows, listening for the warlocks every step of the
way.

She entered the mezzanine and looked over the low wall. Torches lighted up the main landing. Prue could make out 13 robed figures. A coven of warlocks! Since all 13 had to be
present for the sacrifice, none of them would be guarding the door. She opened the door, where she had first encountered the warlocks, and found a stairwell leading up and down. She
stood there awhile trying to formulate a plan.

"The boy will be sacrificed soon."

Startled, Prue spun around. Reginald stood by the low wall.

"Donít do that!" Prue demanded. "And I was just putting a plan together."

"Will it be put together before or after the boy is dead?"

"Just one can crush me like an egg! So it takes time to figure out how to charge in on 13 of them!"

"You donít need to charge anyone; simply use your powers to snatch up the lad and escape with him."

"Right! Just walk in an snatch up...! Wait! Up! Thatís it! Up! Iím above them! I can pull the boy up, without having to go into that area itself! I can just lean over the terrace just above
and pull him up."

"Would that give you a good start?"

"What?"

"Could you outrun them from only one level above?"

"Well, the second level then.... Maybe the third."

"Can your powers lift him all the way to the third?"

"Sure.... I guess."

"For the boyís sake, you must do more than guess."

"All right! I know I can do it! I know I can do it."

"Good show!" (Again with no sincere expression.) Then he orbed out.

Prue took a wooden board and propped the door open, to make her escape a little easier. Then she quickly made her way down the stairs, stepping as quietly as possible. She counted three
stories down and went out onto that mezzanine. Quickly and quietly she propped that door open then looked over the wall.

The 13 red-robed figures stood in a circle around the stone table. They seemed to be chanting something. The little boy was still bound and gagged in the middle. When the chanting
ended, one came forward with a jewel-encrusted dagger. He held it up above his head, in an offering gesture, then pressed it to his forehead. They all bowed their heads as if in prayer. Prue
saw her chance. She concentrated on the boy, lifting him up from the altar. It was awkward at first, since a personís body weight is not even distributed throughout the body. So Prue
concentrated on the center of his body, knowing that the rest will follow. This made levitating him easier. However, a few times her hold on him wobbled due to anxiety and inexperience
with this particular maneuver. So as soon as he was within reach, she seized him in her arms.

Just at that moment, she heard, "Up there! Itís the witch! Get her!"

Prue wasted no time in running for the stairs, clutching the child tightly. In seconds she could hear footsteps rumbling up the stairwell, not far below. She soon reached the waiting door
of the ground floor, kicked away the wooden prop, and shoved the door shut. With her powers she piled as much rubble as she could against the door, then ran for the other end of the
hall. By the time she opened the other door, she could hear the door behind burst open, scattering the rubble far into the hall. She ran across the next hall, then looked back to scatter
everything not bolted down all over the floor to impede her pursuers.

In the hall after that one, she was in total darkness and, once again, using her powers to feel her way through. After two more of such hallways, she kicked open the metal door to the
alley. While catching her breath and re-adjusting her eyes to the daylight, she loosened the boyís bonds. He cried hysterically and Prue held him and rocked him gently.

"Youíre all right now, Honey! Youíre all right! Weíre going to Mommy right now!"

She carried him out of the alley, to the street from where she had entered, looking around for the mother. Looking up and down the street, she spotted her down the block, at a pay phone,
shouting and crying. Prue ran to her. "Here he is! Here he is!"

The woman dropped the phone and ran to her. She took her child, holding him tightly and weeping with gratitude. "Thank you! Oh thank you! Thank you!"

"Youíre welcome. But heís still in danger. Theyíre not too far behind us."

"They? Who are they?"

"Iím not sure. Some cult sacrificing kids to Satan or something. So get him out of here now. Iíll go back and lead them off in another direction."

"Thank you! Thank you so much!"

Prue rushed back to the alley; back to the metal door. She stood in the alleyway, which leads to the other side of the block, poised to run out that way. She just needed to let them see
her, then run, leading them in the opposite direction of the boy and his mother. She waited, expecting them to come crashing out the door any moment now.... Any moment now....
Any moment now.... Any moment now?

They werenít that far behind. And the darkness wouldnít have delayed them this long. And they certainly wouldnít have just given up. She wondered what could be keeping them.
Curiosity replaced trepidation. She cautiously approached the door, keeping in mind all the garbage lying around, which she could hurl at them should they suddenly spring out. She crept
up to the door and pressed an ear to it. Nothing. Silence. She backed away to a safe distance then used her power to pull it open. She peered in at a distance then slowly approached. Still
hearing nothing, she entered, this time propping the door open. Halfway down the hall she started wondering. Are they using her curiosity to lure her back in? But then how would they
know sheís back? But then theyíre warlocks. Who knows what they can do?

"What are you doing here?"

Prue jolted and quickly turning around. There stood a uniformed security guard shining a flashlight on her.

"Uh ... Uh ... I thought I saw some people come in here.... I just wanted to see what was going on."

"What sort of people?"

"Actors ... I think. They were in costumes, ... Medieval robes ... and swords.... Iím from out of town and Iím looking out for cultural events while Iím here. So I saw a group of people
in costumes come in here, and I was following them to ask if there was a play or festival going on."

"This building is empty. No oneís allowed in here without the permission of the owners." He went past her to the inner door and tried to open it. He pulled as hard as he could but it
wouldnít budge. "Are you sure they came in this way?"

"No. I just saw them go around this corner and when I followed, this was the only door opened."

"Well, this door is rusted shut. No oneís been through here for a very long time."

Prue stood dazed with confusion.

Piper went through her purse and took out her assignment paper. Reginald kept watch at the door.

"Someone may come along at any moment."

"Iím aware of that!"

"Come now. Your sisters are doing much better in the thinking department."

"I could use a little help here!"

"This is your test, not mine."

Piper seethed with rage at his insults and discompassion. But the problem at hand had her first priority. She scanned her list for the answer. "Here it is -- ëSplit Controlí!"

After quickly reading, she faced the people with her back to the wall. She closed her eyes, took a few deep breaths, concentrated on the people, then wiggled her fingers. The people began
moving and speaking again. Some began reacting to Piperís warning before she froze the whole room. She looked above her and saw the broken pieces of the wall were still suspended in
time.

"Ladies and gentlemen! This wall is about to collapse! Could all those on my left please move back to the opposite wall, and those on my right exit the door in an orderly manner?"

The people moved according to her suggestion. She moved along with them, staying between the crowd and the wall. When at a safe distance, she released the time freeze and the wall
came down. Stone, wood, and plaster came crashing to the floor, sending out a huge cloud of dust. The gallery manager conducted everyone out. Piper blended into the flow of people.

Outside, in the promenade, she looked around for Reginald. She stood by a wall, leaning on his umbrella and sipping a flute of champagne. She stormed up to him. "What was that all
about?"

He didnít answer. He didnít even look at her. He simply orbed out, leaving Piper enraged.

Phoebe reached the APS and went to her office. No one was there but she expected her sisters to arrive. While waiting, she logged on her computer and began a few research projects,
Irene had left in her "in" basket.

Prue was on the train back to San Francisco, when her cell phone rang. "Hello?"

Piperís voice came through. "Prue, where are you?"

"Somewhere between Oakland and San Francisco. I should be at the Powell Street Station in about 10 or 15 minutes."

"Iíll come pick you up."

"Thanks. How did your assignment go?"

"Donít ask!"

She hung up, leaving Prue a bit puzzled. As the train pulled into the station, Prue looked out for Piper and found her sitting on a bench reading a magazine.

"So, what was so bad about your test?"

"That whitelighter is insufferable! Heís such a snoot! He looks down on me through his nose! And he talks down to me like Iím some sort of ... stupid peasant!"

"Well, I guess he hates this assignment as much as we do, so heís taking it out on us."

"That inexcusable! He has no right to treat us that way!"

"I agree."

"How was your test?"

"Confusing."

"How?"

"Iím not sure it happened or not. I rescued a boy from being sacrificed by a coven of warlocks. I got him back to his mother then went back to distract them way from the kid and his
mother, but found all trace of them gone. Thatís not how real warlocks work. So Iím wondering if we are just put through illusions as a test."

"Wait a minute." Piper flipped open her cell phone and dialed 411. "San Francisco.... Stoddardís Gallery ... at the Cannery.... Thank you.... Yes. I heard from a friend that a wall had
collapsed there and I was curious as to which works were damaged.... No? This morning around eleven.... During the opening for the new exhibits.... There wasnít any?... The wall to
the left of the entrance.... So nothing happened this morning?... All right. I think my friend was just playing a joke on me. Sorry to bother you.... Okay.... Thank you."

She put away her phone. "It never happened. This morning, I stopped a wall from falling on a crowd of people. I learned how to split my powers, to unfreeze the people but kept the wall
frozen, until everyone was out of the way. Now, it never happened."

"Thatís too bad! I liked that kid! And his mother was my age. I wanted to get to know her. We could have been friends."

"Now we have to go home and face our collective assignment."

"That can wait. I want to go to the Morehead House and do that research we talked about this morning. Itís more important to see if Phoebeís making a big mistake. Besides, he never
gave us a specific time."

"He said this afternoon. Itís just a few minutes past noon now."

"Well, we donít owe him any favors. Let him wait."

"Right!"

At the APS, Prue managed to get Derekís copy of the Necronomicon, then, with Piper, went to Phoebeís office. She still felt uncomfortable dealing with that evil book, but urged
her self on with the philosophy, Know your enemy. They were surprized to find Phoebe already there.

Piper asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I had a prediction that youíd be here, so I got here ahead of you."

Prue asked, "You had a prediction of us here? Why would you?"

"All my predictions are for a reason. So Iím suppose to be here to see what youíre up to. So, what are you up to?"

"Weíre studying up on this Cthulhu affair. Thereís nothing about it in The Book of Shadows and we may be vulnerable without this knowledge."

Phoebe got up and allowed Piper to take her seat at the computer. "Does this have anything to do with your suspicions that Derek is a warlock?"

"My suspicions? Youíre the one who first had the idea! Remember?"

"Yes, but all tests have proven negative. And heís proven himself against evil when he drove Cthulhuís influence out of San Francisco."

"All we saw were tricks with chants and charms. It could have just been a show for our benefit."

Piper tried to change the subject. "Did you know many of our ancestors lived all their lives in Massachusetts and not one mentioned Dunwich in The Book of Shadows?" That didnít
work.

Phoebe volleyed, "Just what is your problem with Derek?"

Prue rebounded, "He is something we canít identify! Not a warlock! Not a witch! But he has powers! Iíd like to know if heís something out to kill us or not!"

"Heís already proven heís not evil!"

"Weíve been fooled before! He could just be putting on an act to win us over!"

"Then why hasnít he killed us by now? Heís had plenty of opportunities!"

Again Piper tried to divert her sisters from pitch battle. "All right! I got it! I found something on Dunwich!"

They huddled around the computer screen and read along with Piper. "Dunwich -- A small village in central Massachusetts, reputed to have been founded by witches
during the Colonial Period. Scholars of the Necronomicon, an ancient book on mysticism, identifies this site as one of the locations of the Gates,
through with the Great Old Ones were imprisoned. See Necronomicon.

"Wow! Derek told us about the Great Old Ones. They were evil and defeated in a war, then imprisoned in these interdimentional ëGatesí."

Prue pondered, "So thatís why he owns property there. He could be one of those, looking for a way to open the Gates and release the Old Ones."

Phoebe countered, "Or making sure they stay closed and the Old Ones stay locked up."

Piper grew weary of being the peacemaker. "Canít you two be objective just for one minute?"

This quieted them down for awhile. "Iíll look up Cthulhu."

She entered the name in the search engine, while Prue began leafing through the black tome. Phoebe backed up and viewed them. They were in the same position she saw in her vision.
There was a reason for her visions. She knew she had to be here to learn something about Derek. So far, it didnít seem favorable. Her heart ached as she prepared for the worst.

Then Jules entered the office and went to his desk to take a few things. "Afternoon, Ladies!" Prue and Piper responded but Phoebe just eyed him suspiciously. "Hey Chief, whatcha up
to?"

Phoebe blazed but she didnít want to make a scene in front of her sisters. "Weíre just doing some supplementary research on a former project."

"Say, I just heard youíre now the Big Guyís main squeeze. Is he gonna let you run this place?"

"No, he wonít! Even if he does, I wouldnít accept!"

"Get it while you can. A guy would give anything to the one who warms his bed."

Phoebe erupted. "I ought to kick your butt, you disease-ridden rodent! Now get the hell out of here before I throw you out the nearest window!"

Prue and Piper exchanged a surprized look. Is this our sweet and innocent Phoebe? Jules just walked out laughing.

Prue ventured, "Trouble with your staff?"

"Heís not my staff! But Iíd like to hit him with one!"

Prue and Piper burst out laughing.

Piper asked, "What is your problem with him?"

"He just has this natural talent for getting on everyoneís bad side!"

Prue wondered, "Arenít you all suppose to pull together? Werenít you and Irene talking a lot about teamwork?"

"Yes, we do pull together, when we need to. Then afterwards, he reverts to his usual pain-in-the-butt self."

Continuing research, they found information on Cthulhu but it was nothing other than what Derek had already told them. Piper then decided to look up the Star of Mnar. Prue did
also. She remembered seeing Mnar in a passage and sought the page. On finding it, she read the Latin and translated for her sisters.

"Armor against witches and demons, against the Deep Ones, the Dholes, the Voormis, the Cho-cho, the Abominable Mi-Go, the Shuggoths, the Ghasts, the
Valusians, and all such peoples and beings, who serve the Great Old Ones and their spawn, lie within the five pointed star, carven of gray stone from
ancient Mnar, which is less strong against the Great Ones Themselves. The possessor of the stone shall find himself able to command all beings which
creep, swim, crawl, walk, or fly even to the source from which there is no returning."

Piper thought this over. "Okay. I got the first part. It can protect you from servants of the Great Old Ones but not the Great Old Ones themselves."

"Right."

"But the second part -- Does that mean this can be used to control the animals?"

"I guess so."

"Thatís great!" exclaimed Phoebe. "Just think of what we could do with that! We could command dogs to sniff out warlocks and demons ... or people kidnapped by them! And we could
command swarms of bees to stings warlocks all over!"

"Uh ... Yeah.... But that last part -- What is the source from which there is no returning?"

Prue scrutinized the page then shook her head. "Iím not sure. Could be death. Iíll have to study this whole thing to find out.... What did you find on-line?"

Piper read from the screen, "Mnar, star of -- One of many gray stone disks with a carving of a pentagram, used to repel evil beings and their magical
powers. Its principal use is protection from the disciples of the Great Old Ones and their spells. No evil can withstand its presence except for the
Great Old Ones in person. It is so named for its origin -- Lake Mnar, between the lost cities of Sarnath and Ib. Popular theory among scholars place
Mnar on the Arabian Peninsula. See Necronomicon."

"No evil can withstand its presence," Phoebe repeated. "Yet Derek carries it around with him."

Prue still doubted. "But are we sure what he has really is a Star of Mnar?"

"We saw what it did to that altar stone from Hungary. What more do you want?"

"I want proof positive that weíre safe from him and whatever powers he has!"

"We have plenty of proof! You just donít want to see it!"

Piper felt another battle brewing and just wanted to scream. However, Prue disarmed.

"Honey, I want you to be happy. But Iíd like you to be safe and live a long life, so you can be happy a long time."

"I know that." Prue and Phoebe held each other for a moment. Piper felt a pressure valve release. Phoebe patted Prue on the back.

"All right then. Carry on with your research. Iíve got to be in class in a few minutes. Can I still use your car?"

"Sure. Go ahead."

"Thanks. And I still have that salmon to pick up."

"Iíll do that!" Piper volunteered.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. No problem. I think weíll be finished with our research before youíre finished with your class."

"But will you remember?"

"Of course Iíll remember! I remember all dinners I cater!"

"Oh, you just too nice to me!"

"Itís not that. I just donít trust you to choose the right fish. You wouldnít know a fresh salmon if it swan up and bit you in the...."

"Piper!" Prue admonished.

Phoebe walked out laughing. She also felt relief to find proof that Derek is nothing evil.

They made it home later that afternoon. Piper carried a large white-papered bundle and Prue followed with two armloads of groceries. As they unpacked and unwrapped, Phoebe came
running through the front door.

"Hello! Hello! Iím here! What have you started so far?"

Piper called back, "We just got here ourselves!"

Phoebe joined them in the kitchen, rubbing her arms. "So what did you find out in your research."

"Nothing further on the Star of Mnar; just a little more on the Great Old Ones."

"So whatís your verdict on Derek? Do we serve him dinner tonight or vanquish him?"

Prue announced, "Weíll trust him enough to have dinner with him. Weíll trust him enough to let him sleep with you. But until we know what he is, itís best we donít tell him what we
are."

"Fair enough. But he knows Iím a member of a coven. So when I tell him ëIím a witchí, itíll be meant to be taken in that sense. So donít freak out when you hear tell him that."

"All right. But thatís all youíll tell him."

Piper noticed she had been rubbing her arms and thighs with an expression of discomfort. "Is something the matter with you?"

"Iím just sore all over from this morning."

"Why? What were you doing?"

"I was scaling a completely vertical cliff to rescue a little girl stranded over the side. I climbed down to where she was, carried her to the bottom, then climbed all the way back up. Iíve
been aching all over all afternoon. Funny, I never bothered to ask how she got there. Thatís odd that a child so young would get into that position." Prue and Piper exchanged looks. "So
what have you two been up to?"

Piper summarized, "I kept a wall from falling onto a room full of people."

Prue recapped, "I ran through an abandoned building, rescuing a little boy from a coven of warlocks. One of them threw me around pretty badly, so Iím as sore as you."

Phoebe reflected, "We were suppose to learn something about our powers. What have you learned about your powers today?"

Prue recounted, "I found that I can use my powers to feel around in the dark. I can feel details of everything around me up a little more than ten feet. And if I narrow my focus, it can go
even further."

"Cool! Thatís like finding a brand new power!"

"Yes. It does seem like that."

Then Piper related, "I found that I can split my powers to freeze some but not others or unfreeze some and not others. What about you?"

"Well, since I can see the future of someone or something, but touching the person or object involved, I can see what my involvement will be by touching myself."

"Now thereís a visual." She and Prue burst out laughing.

"All right, you two! Get your minds out of the gutter! I mean by putting a hand on a part of myself, like the top of my head! Jeez!" She looked over the unpacked groceries. "So, what do
we start on first?"

"First you start your next test," called Reginald from the livingroom.

The sisters looked at each other with disappointment then walked out of the kitchen. In the livingroom, he stood waiting with his clipboard. "Letís move along now. The sooner we get
this started, the sooner we will be done with it. You all proved yourselves slow in creating strategy. Let us hope your performance will improve in this exercise."

The three were incensed. Piper protested, "Thatís not fair! We didnít ask for this! The Elders pushed this on us without warning! We didnít have time to prepare for all this!"

Phoebe added, "And we have lives to live, things to do; better things to do than run around and jumping through hoops just to entertain the Elders!"

Reginald propounded, "Have demons or warlocks ever attacked because you asked them? Did they ever give you warning? Did they ever give you time to prepare?"

Gradually they noticed that Reginald was no longer the English gentry man, in a black suit, but a British military officer, with swagger stick under one arm, barking at his troops. "Does
the enemy attack at a convenient time; when you are prepared? No, suh! Itís when you are the weakest, when you are distracted, when you are preoccupied, that they strike! Does the
enemy wait until you are recovered from exhaustion or illness? No, suh! They wait for that very moment to have you at their advantage! They take no prisoners! They grant no mercy!
This is war! Itís destroy or be destroyed! If you are slow to react and act, you are dead! And if the Charmed Ones die, so do millions more all around the world!"

In disbelief, the sisters rubbed their eyes and shook their heads. But they looked at him again, they saw, once more, the English gentleman in the black suit. "So, you see, I was sent to
train you to prepare for the unexpected. Itís only your safety and lives of those, whom you protect, we have at heart. So what do you say, Ladies?" Reluctantly they nodded. "Splendid!
We shall begin immediately."

"Where are we going?" Phoebe asked.

"Not to worry. This time I shall provide the transportation."

Soon a whirlwind was blowing around the sisters, right in the middle of their livingroom. As it grew louder, their view of everything around them blurred out of sight. When the wind
stopped and the air cleared, they found themselves among sand dunes, with blades of long grass waving in the breeze.

Piper wondered, "Where are we?"

Phoebe deduced, "A beach. I can hear waves breaking and smell salt air."

"But which beach?"

Prue observed, "The sun is lower. We must be in a time zone later than Californiaís. Maybe the east coast."

"The east coast of what?" Piper picked up a handful of sand and let it flow through her fingers. "Well, it feels real enough."

Phoebe asked, "Why wouldnít it?"

"Our tests were illusions."

"What?!"

"I called the Cannery, where the wall collapsed. The people there say that it never happened. Prue went back to the building, where the warlocks were about to sacrifice a boy, and there
was no trace that they had ever been there. And like you yourself said, itís odd how a little girl got herself in the position in which you found her."

"Damn! I liked that girl! I was hoping to meet her again afterwards!"

Prue empathized. "I feel the same about the boy I rescued."

Piper turned around and saw that they had been standing in front of a cave. "Oh no! A cave! Another cave! Iím not going down there! Iím never going down into another cave in my life!
Nothing can make go down there!"

Soon they heard a clamor over the dunes. An army of squat figures, in shiny metal armor, came charging over the sands. Their helmets and shoulder plates were lined with horn-like
spikes. They attacked with glaves and halberds. As they drew closer, their faces could be discerned. They were pointed and scaly like lizards.

"Demons!" Phoebe cried out.

Piper tried to freeze them but her powers had no effect on them. Then Prue tried but didnít even slow them down. She even concentrated on the sand, sending a sandstorm into them, but
they continued their advance without deviation.

Piper complained, "Whatís the point in having these powers if they donít work on everybody?"

Phoebe wondered, "Could this be an illusion?"

Prue asked, "Are you willing to take the risk?"

Piper shouted, "Into the cave! Into the cave! Run!" The three ran into the darkening passage. "Oh great! We didnít bring a flashlight and Iíll bet they can see in the dark!"

"So can I!" Prue reminded. "Take my hand! Iíll lead you!"

Holding onto her sisters, she plied her telekinesis to all areas ahead of them. She could "see" every turn of the passageway and every stone on the ground. Soon they came to the
familiar-looking smooth-cut hall, illumined by the familiar red glow. They stopped and looked around, surprized and frustrated.

Piper vented, "Oh not again! Not again!"

But the uproar, not far behind them, spurred them on. Soon they saw a yellow glow, up ahead, amidst all the red. They went into it and found themselves in a dome-shaped cavern and in
front of a semi-circle of 13 stone thrones, where sat 13 red-robed demons. Above, a luminescent sphere hovered in mid-air, lighting the entire area. The pursuing army of armored
lizard-trolls stopped at the threshold of the chamber. The sisters moved to a midpoint between the two lines of evil.

The demon enthroned in the center, on the throne higher than all the others, spoke. "Well, what have we here?"

Reginald orbed in next to the sisters. "These are the Charmed Ones; the most powerful witches in the world! And youíre not taking them without a fight!"

The sisters looked at him in shock.

Prue hissed, between her clenched teeth, "Reginald! What are you doing?"

The central demon then challenged, "So, itís a fight your looking for? Would you be willing to face our champion?"

Reginald answered, "Yes, they would! They are not afraid of anything!"

Piper erupted, "Yes, we are! Now shut up!"

The demons laughed among themselves. The central demon turned to call to someone behind, "Send out the champion!"

A large iron door slid open. Loud pounding footsteps could be heard within.

Phoebe hissed to Reginald, "If this is not an illusion, weíre going to kill you!"

Then from out of the metal door, crawled a dragon. It stood over ten feet tall to the shoulders, while on all fours. It belched blasts of fire from its mouth.

Reginald declared, "There he is, Ladies. Have at him," then orbed out. They stood stunned, just staring at the place where he had stood. But a stream of fire, from the dragon, reached
dangerously close to them, snapping their attention back to their current situation.

Piper noted, "That did not feel like an illusion to me!"

Phoebe threw out, "What have we learned to do in a situation like this?"

Prue shouted, "Run!"

Piper said, "Fine with me!"

The three ran out through an unguarded passage, as the lizard-trolls cheered on the dragon. This corridor had no red glow to light their way, so, once again, Prue had to guide her sisters,
using her powers to feel way in the dark. Laughter of the demons followed them down into the darkness. So did the dragon.

"Rocky ground!" Prue warned. "Pick up your feet!"

"Ow!" Piper uttered.

"I told you to pick up your feet!"

"All right!"

"Come on now! Toes pointed upward!"

The dragon fire was seen further and further behind. Apparently they could move faster than the beast. But, at one point, Prue came to a stop.

Piper asked, "Whatís the matter? Why did you stop?"

"I think weíre faced with a lake."

"A what?"

Prue put her foot forward until she felt cold water get into her shoe and all three heard the wet sploosh. "Yep! Thatís a lake all right!"

"All right. Now where do we go?"

"Yes. Where do you go?" came Reginaldís voice from behind.

Phoebe growled, "Where is he? I just want to...!"

"Wait!" Prue restrained. "One thing at a time! Weíve got a monster a hundred feet behind us...."

"Seventy-five feet and closing, "Reginald corrected.

"All right. Less than seventy-five feet behind us. Come up with a strategy! Now!"

Phoebe proposed, "If we can trick the ëchampioní into going in the water, that would put out his fire."

Reginald prodded, "And how would you do that?"

Phoebe clenched her teeth and fists. Must control Fists of Death!

Prue suggested, "We could swim for it."

"No way!" Piper objected. "Youíre not getting me into that! Weíre in demon territory. No telling whatís in there; either another monster or an evil potion, thatíll turn us into hideously
deformed creatures."

"Exactly," Reginald agreed, which surprized Piper.

Phoebe urged, "All right! Letís think of what we have learned on our assignment sheets."

"Fifty feet and closing," Reginald warned.

"All right!" Piper snapped. "Weíre reacting and acting quickly! Okay! I remember something! I can freeze the natural physical qualities of things; such as water, so that we canít fall
through. That way, we can walk across, and when the creature tries to cross, I unfreeze the water and it goes under."

"Thirty feet and closing."

"All right! Here goes!" She threw out her powers ahead of her, even though she couldnít see a thing. "All right, Prue. Did it work?"

Prue put her foot forward again and felt a hard surface. "Yes! Letís go!"

With hands joined, they stepped forward just in time to avoid another blast of dragonfire. For a split second, their surroundings was revealed to them and they could see the water standing
solid under their feet. This gave them the confidence to break into a full run again.

On the way, Piper thought to ask, "Prue? Is there another side to this lake?"

"Yes. I sense a whole region sloping upward in about 200 more feet."

"Good. I was wondering if this thing just goes on forever. Did my freeze power reach all the way across?"

"No."

"What?"

"It only reaches half way. But Iíll stop a few feet before that point and you can freeze the rest from there."

This way, they did make it to the other side. Once on permanently solid ground, Piper unfroze her effects on the water and they heard a tremendous splash of the dragon going under.

Prue aimed her powers out there to monitor the results. "Uh-oh!"

"What?" demanded both Piper and Phoebe.

"Itís swimming!"

"Of course dragons can swim," Reginald cut in again. "Now what do you do?"

Piper suggested, "We could run some more."

But Prue offered, "Iíve got a better idea."

She sent her powers to the ceiling and scanned its surface. Finding a group of stalactites, she chose the largest one and pulled on it. At the same time, she monitored the monsterís
advance. When it was at just the right position, Prue gave the stalactite a powerful yank, bringing it and several other large stones down. It speared the dragon through and pushed it to
the bottom of the lake.

"What happened?" asked Phoebe. "What did you do?"

"I just pulled down the ceiling on it. Itís gone for good."

"All right, Prue!"

"Yes. Excellent," Reginald commended.

Then they heard a wind and felt a breeze encircle them. Soon light phased in and they could see a rushing blur, spinning around them. When it cleared, they were standing in their
livingroom again. Reginald was there with his clipboard.

"Well, you were a little better this time. Now, for your next test, ...."

"Hold it!" Prue interrupted. "Wait right there! No more tests! Itís over!"

"But the Elders...."

"The Elders donít pay us a salary or any other benefits, so they donít give us any orders!"

"Thatís right!" Phoebe added. "Theyíve done nothing for us! We owe them nothing!"

"This is not for them! This is for the innocent ones, which you are required to protect!"

Piper charged in, "We protect the innocent because we care; not because of orders from a stuffed penguin! So itís over! Weíve had it!"

"You must!"

"No! We donít must! You must get out of here!"

Prue asserted, "Sheís right. This is our house. Youíre not welcome here. Get out!"

"Out!" Piper insisted.

"Out!" Phoebe added.

Flustered, Reginald put on his derby, picked up his umbrella, and orbed out. The sisters plopped down on the sofa and sighed with relief.

Prue vented, "Can you believe that?"

Phoebe pondered, "Is it just me or werenít those tests kind of ... Mickey Mouse?"

Piper asked, "In what way?"

"They were all straightforward. As difficult as they were, they were simple; just one thing done and itís over."

"Well the tests were more on our powers rather than problem solving skills."

Prue cut in, "Look! I donít want to discuss this any more! I just want a long hot bath, a good dinner, and then...."

Phoebe jumped to her feet. "Dinner? Derek will be over for dinner...!" She looked at the clock. "...In less than an hour!"

Piper got up. "Donít panic! We can do this. You start the water boiling for the wild rice. Prue, you start on the salad. Iíll start on the fish."

In another part of the world, Leo walked along a sidewalk, which led him past an English pub. Glancing through the window, he caught sight of Reginald at the bar, downing a mug of
ale. He turned around and went on in.

As he approached, Reginald saw him and cheerfully greeted, "Ho, the lad!"

"Reginald, what are you doing here?"

"Taking in a bit of refreshment before I turn in my report."

"How did it go?"

"Splendid! I had to behave beastly, for which they may hate me for the rest of their lives, but it did bring out their best."

"So they did all right."

"All right? They were magnificent! Well, dear boy, I must be off. I have an excellent report to turn in; one that will do you proud. Cheerio!"

He orbed out, leaving Leo beaming with joy.

The wild rice was cooking on the stove. Prue wrapped up the completed salad and put it into the refrigerator to chill. Phoebe helped Piper wrap the salmon filets in foil, with butter and
herbs. Piper arranged them onto a baking dish and placed it in the pre-heated oven.

"That should take 25 minutes. So after a few minutes of pre-dinner conversation, we serve the salad and bread. And by the time weíre finished with that, the fish and rice will be ready."

"Great!" Phoebe vented. "Now we have to get ourselves ready. Since heís my date, I get to shower first." She quickly left the kitchen for upstairs.

Piper called after her, "Sure! It doesnít matter if the rest of us are dirty and smelly!" She and Prue laughed. "That was nice of you to let her continue pursuing a relationship with Derek,
despite your suspicions."

"Well, ... I canít really put my finger on any evidence that he will endanger her. But this contradiction, of displaying powers and resisting all proof of being a warlock or witch, has me
wondering just what is he. From past experience, mystery men have been...."

Just then Leo orbed in.

Piper commented, "Speaking of mystery men."

She and Leo hugged and kissed each other. Then the telephone rang.

"Iíll get it," said Prue. "I see youíre busy."

She went into the main hallway and picked up the phone. Morrisí voice came across. "Prue, were you in Oakland this morning?"

"Yes. Whatís up?"

"Iíve got word from a precinct there, that an Olive Howell wants to thank a woman, fitting your description, for saving her sonís life. And five-year-old Stewart wants to thank ëthe
magic ladyí who rescued him from ëbad men, wearing redí."

"It really happened!"

"Well, ... Yes, it did."

"Could you get word to her that Iíd like her, and her son, over for tea sometime?"

In the kitchen, Leo and Piper stood in each otherís arms.

Piper pleaded, "Please, be our one and only whitelighter, always. We canít take any other."

"Reginald was a bit hard on you, huh?"

"A bit hard? I donít know which was worse -- the demons or him! And before you hear what he has to say...."

"He said you were magnificent."

"What?"

"He said heís turning in an excellent report to the Elders."

"Thatís not what it sounded like to us."

"He had to be that way, to bring out your real selves."

"You mean that was all a...?"

"Yes. Heís a whitelighter, like me."

"What was the point?"

"When you said that you protect the innocent because you care, not because youíre ordered, that concluded the test."

"They didnít know that before?"

"They want to make sure you remember that."

"Will they ever stop testing us?"

"Just a few more, at different turning points in your lives."

"Derek is coming over for dinner tonight. Care to join us?"

"Thanks. But I have a few more things to do. But I can meet up with you at the club