Phoebe: Hey, what are you doing?
Piper: Kicking myself. I just lost probably the greatest catch in San Francisco.
Prue: What happened?
Piper: He doesn't like women who rely on superstitions to make decisions. And I'm not so sure he's wrong.
Phoebe: So, Prue vanquished the demon of fear.
Prue: Well, at least put him back in the bottle for another thirteen hundred years.
Piper: Wait, whoa, what? What happened?
Phoebe: Well, he pushed her into a pool and then...
Prue: And mum helped me out.
Piper: Mum?
Prue: Okay, I know it sounds crazy but I saw her. It was just like my dream. She was this incredible vision, so peaceful and she took my hand and brought me to the surface.
Piper: That doesn't sound crazy. I wish I could've seen her.
Phoebe: Me too.
Piper: I'm just glad you're all right.
(They hug.)
Prue: I love you.
(Piper breaks the hug.)
Piper: What did you just say?
Prue: I love you.
(Piper and Phoebe smile.)
Piper: I think that's the first time you've said that to me.
Prue: Yeah, I know, I wish I had of said it a long time ago. Ever since mum died I've been afraid to say it. I didn't want to lose anybody else.
Piper: Well, we're not going anywhere.
Prue: Okay. I'm exhausted. I'll se you two in the morning.
(Prue leaves the room.)
Piper: Uh, what happened to her in that pool?
Phoebe: I don't know. But whatever it was, it must have been incredible.
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