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"What's going on, what happened?" Piper tried to sit up, but her husband's strong arm held her down, keeping her pinned to the floor.
Piper looked around. She saw the doctor, dead, on the floor in their dining room. She could see Phoebe, crying and covered from head-to-toe with dirt, and even Leo's eyes were filled with tears. She looked for Prue, but all she could see was her arm, covering her face. Piper closed her eyes, trying to remember what had happened...
It all felt like it was a million miles away, even though she knew it had only been a few hours. She remembered trying to keep Shax from killing the doctor, watching him throw Prue, calling to Phoebe for help...
"Where were you?" Piper said harshly to her younger sister, causing her to sob even harder, as she felt it was her fault Prue was dead. Piper didn't know Prue was dead, she couldn't see her. It would only be a matter of time before Piper really blamed Phoebe, or so Phoebe thought.
"Calm down Piper, we'll explain in a minute. But first..." Leo trailed off, helping Piper up, and turning her to face her older sister, now lying in the rubble that used to be a wall, dead. At first, Piper, still in shock, didn't realize Prue was dead. She called to her to get up, but to no avail. It finally hit her, after a few long minutes of calling out to the eldest Charmed One.
Piper dissolved into a fit of tears, running to Leo's open arms, and snuggling into his embrace. She cried for the longest time, all the while realizing what effect this would have on her life. She was now the oldest, and would watch out for Phoebe. The Power of Three...the Power of Three was broken, their powers in shambles, they would be vulnerable to any and all demons. Any attack could be fatal, just as this one had been. Each of these realizations hit her, one after the other, drowning her in a stormy sea of emotional distress.
The sisters cried long into the night, their cries heard by their sister, mother, and grandmother up above.

Neither sister had slept well that night, knowing Prue wasn't in the bedroom next door, knowing she never would be again. Piper had finally cried herself to sleep, in Leo's arms. 'They' hadn't called for him since the attack, because they knew the sister's needed a comforting guide, a sympathetic shoulder to cry on, and Piper would need her husband to help her through another rough time she was about to endure. Phoebe had never really fallen asleep, she had sat in the kitchen most of the night, still in shock that they would never be the Power of Three again, and that they'd never see their sister again, at least, not until they too had died. It was hard to go through, espically knowing her only ture love was down in the dark pits of hell, trying to escape their grasp and return to the mortal world. He was the great demon Belthazor to some, but to Phoebe, he was Cole. The guy that, according to Prue, had fallen in love with her, even when he was assigned to kill her. He'd killed the Triad instead, and had run from the Source and the Brotherhood, until returning undercover to see what they were planning. She missed him now, knowing he was down there. He didn't know about Prue's death. Nor did he need to know, at least, not yet. They needed time to get over Prue's death, and she wasn't sure how he'd react.

Piper and Phoebe had written Prue's obituary, as Darryl had told them it would bring closure to Prue's death. It read:

It had been hard for Piper and Phoebe to pick out stuff about their sister, because it made them remember all the good-and bad-times they'd had with their sister. They sent it in to the newspaper. It would be in tomorrow's paper.

Across town, a ravn-haired executive was just reaching for her cup of coffee, when the newspaper blew in through the window and landed, right in front of her, open to the obituary page. Prue's picture was dead center, and she picked up the paper to read about the woman who looked a lot like her. She was startled to read her own mother's name as this woman's and quickly wrote down the address of the manor where the service was being held. Prue Halliwell. The last name was the same as her own. She and the other girls, Phoebe Halliwell and Piper Halliwell-Wyatt, must be her sisters, the sisters she had been trying to find her entire life. She would go the funeral and find out if they really were.