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You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension... a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You are moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You've just crossed over into THE TWILIGHT ZONE!

Sharp shadows marked the small courtroom. Guarding over this scene was Judge Prudence Halliwell who sat behind an extremely tall bench dressed in long black robes. Down came the gavel. Bang, bang. The sound echoed off the walls.

"Has the jury reached its verdict?" the judge said flatly.

"Yes, we have your honor. We find Sarah Lee Brown guilty. Guilty of the crime of witchcraft." said Phoebe dressed in a skirt suit and wearing white gloves and her hair in a bun. Eleven other members of the jury stood behind her dressed similarly all nodding in agreement.

"No-o-o," shouted the defendant who sat at the table on the left. She was a sixty-ish grandmother wearing in a long dark dress with a lace collar from the Victorian era.

"I object." said her lawyer, a man in a dark suit, white shirt and thin dark tie. "My client has been convicted on merely circumstantial evidence."

"The defendant has been given a fair trial and found guilty by a jury of her peers. We only do what is right here in Greenville." said Piper the prosecutor, also dressed in a skirt suit who sat behind the table on the right next to the jury. Behind her was a railing where stood several of the townspeople of Greenville also nodding their heads in agreement.

"Over ruled!" said Judge Halliwell again banging the desk with her gavel. The echo sound was deafening. "The defendant will stand and be sentenced." said the judge.

Sarah Lee Brown stood up looking defiant at the judge. Her lawyer stood beside her holding her hand.

"Sarah Lee Brown. You have been found guilty of the crime of witchcraft by the good people of Greenville. In accordance with our laws and code, you will immediately be taken to the state penitentiary and be executed tonight at the hour of midnight. And may God have mercy on your soul. Court is adjured." said Judge Halliwell.

A half smile appeared on the faces of all in the courtroom. The bailiff came up, put his hand on Sarah Lee Brown's shoulder and led her away through the single door on the far side of the courtroom. She disappeared into the darkness as the entire courtroom could hear her screaming, "No-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!"

The name of the town is Greenville. The place, a court of justice. The time is now. But it could just as easily be the seventeenth century. The woman is Sarah Lee Brown and she has broken the code, the code of Greenville. But soon the people of Greenville will have found that they have broken another code that exists in the darkest regions of THE TWILIGHT ZONE.

A solitary man played the harmonica in his cell next to the cell of Sarah Lee Brown. The tune was sad, slow and melancholy. She sat in her cell looking through the bars at the door on the far side of the cell block.

The man stopped playing the harmonica and called out to anyone listening, "Anyone who goes through that door never comes back. They only leave that room with wings on their back."

"Oh, STOP it! You're not the one going through that door in four hours." cried Sarah Lee Brown.

"I have been here longer than anyone. I've seen them come and go. Some walk straight in there with their heads held high. Others have to be carried in. Doesn't matter which way you go. The end is always the same." And he went back to play the same lonesome tune.

Sarah Lee Brown could just be seen just staring, staring through the bars as the shadows are cast across her face.

A guard came in and addressed the prisoner. "Hey, Brown! The Greenville prosecutor is here to see you. You've got ten minutes!"

In walked Piper wearing the same suit she wore in the courtroom.

"I'm here. The only reason I came as you asked was that I hoped you had changed your mind. Confess now and we'll move you to a cell in the women's compound. It may be for the rest of your life, but at least you're alive. Confess now. Say that YOU'RE A WITCH!" said Piper sternly.

"I am not. I don't belong here. I just know it down in my bones. This is all wrong." said Sarah Lee Brown standing up in front of Piper defiantly. "You learn a lot about loneliness when you're sitting here in your cell. I haven't had much in life. I never asked for much. I learned enough that what is going on here is not right and you are going to learn that, too. Yes, you and the people of Greenville are going to learn. Learn when the bell tolls ONE!" said Sarah Lee Brown holding up one bony finger inches from Piper's face. Then she turned to the window and her eyes continued to stare out through the bars at the rest of the world.

Piper pulled back from her, just for a moment. "I'm sorry. I've done all I can. Goodbye Miss Brown." said Piper as she picked up her brief case and walked out of her cell.

"You will learn, you will learn. When the bell tolls ONE!" she cried after her as the prosecutor went through the cell block door.

"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! It's always the same." said the other cellmate softly as he pick up the harmonica again to play. The view pulled back to show the whole cell block.

A fire burned brightly in the fireplace. One man that held a drink poked the fire to help it along.

In a middle class living room full of all of the people that earlier had participated in and witnessed the trial, there they stood around talking in small groups, having a drink or standing alone. What desperately tried to be a party looked much more like a wake.

"A quarter to twelve. It will soon be over now. Justice will be served." said one of the male jurors.

"You're right, Roy. We did what was right. We always do what is right, here in Greenville." said one of the spectators.

"Thank God, it will soon all be over!" said another man mixing up another pitcher of drinks. As he added the ice to the martinis, the bailiff came over and helped himself to his fourth drink.

"The jury did one heck of a job. The judge acted swift and proper, too." said the bailiff.

"But is swift justice, always the best justice?" said the man with the pitcher. He lit up a cigarette puffing nervously reconsidering the town's actions.

"We did what was the right thing to do. We always do! The court has spoken and the sentence must be carried out!" said another member of the jury.

"Right? How do you know what is right?. You people are always saying what we do is right! How do we know she was a witch? That woman used to baby-sit MY CHILDREN! They loved Sarah Lee Brown." said another female spectator who had been drinking all night.

"Shut up, Hazel. You've had enough to drink! She was a witch. Everyone knew it. Remember how our son got so sick after she sat for us. That just wasn't natural." said her husband, one of the jurors.

"Huh. No one saw her FLYING on her BROOM! I just don't think there was any good reasons for calling her a witch. Just our old great moral code of Greenville. WHATEVER WE do is RIGHT. RIGHT! RIGHT! RIGHT! RIGHT! RIGHT!" she chanted dancing around.

"That's enough. We're leaving. You aren't going to embarrass me again!" said her husband. "You don't want us in trouble with the town DO you?" he whispered in her. "GOOD NIGHT EVERYONE! GREAT PARTY! EVERYONE DID A GREAT JOB!'" he called out as he ushered his wife to the door. She was grumbling quietly and gave him a disgusted look.

As they went out the door, Piper came in the door looking very grim.

"Well, did you she her?" asked one of the jurors.

"Yes. She wouldn't confess a thing. She will leave at twelve on schedule." said Piper. "But she also said something strange. She said that we would be learning something when the bell tolls ONE!"

"What is SHE going to teach US? We're the ones who taught her!" he said proudly.

"I don't know, I just wonder what she meant." said Piper quietly to herself.

"They were just ravings. They all do it that close to the end." he said as he looked at the clock. It said a quarter to twelve.

Piper looking worried picked up drink and went over to Prue and Phoebe.

"Only fifteen more minutes!' said Pheebs who was hearing a printed party dress, several petticoats, dark high heels and string of white pearls.

Piper said, "Prue, does this situation, life, whatever, feel right to you? It doesn't to me. There's such an unnatural quality about our surroundings. I just don't think we've ever done anything like this before. For example, when did you and I go to law school? I thought you wanted to take up photography. And here is everyone from the courtroom having a cocktail hour waiting for that woman to die. This party is SO much fun. The grim reaper must have arranged it!" exclaimed Piper.

"Everyone in Greenville just wants to see that which is right is finished properly. I made sure of that!" said Prue in her official legal voice.

"And a good job you did, too, Your Honor. Justice delayed is justice denied!" said one of the spectators who had had too many drinks.

"Thank you." said Prue looking a little perplexed at Piper. Something WAS bothering her.

"Also, things are just moving too fast here. I don't remember driving from the prison. I just walked out of Sarah Lee Brown's cell block and walked into this PARTY!" said Piper.

"It is a day to celebrate! Here's to Greenville and what is right!" said Pheebs holding up her drink.

"Phoebe, let me ask you a question. What state is Greenville in? I thought we lived in California!" said Piper getting very frustrated.

"We live in.. um.. the state of.. the state.. I don't remember. How about you Prue?" asked Pheebs raising her eyebrows in a lost expression.

"That's easy. The same state I got my law degree in. I went to the University of.. of.. of.. Oh my gosh! I can't remember!" said Prue looking left and right not knowing where to turn.

"And who sentences prisoners and executes them on the same day? And why would the foreman of the jury be drinking MARTINIS with the judge and prosecutor waiting for the execution? NOTHING adds up here!" said Piper.

"It's not right?!?!" asked Phoebe.

"Didn't we do what was right? Isn't everything we do always correct?" said one man as he nervously stirred his drink.

"Of course, we're right. We're always right!" said another woman as she puffed away on a cigarette.

"Why? Why? Can we really truly be sure? Can we really know? Who gave us the power and knowledge over life and death. What are we, gods on Mt. Olympus dispensing justice because we know the black and white of right and wrong!" said one of the men who stood underneath the clock. "Who really knows the truth? Do you? Or you? Or you? Oh, dear Lord, it's twelve o'clock." he said as he froze with fear.

The clock started to chime.

Bong. One man took a long drink.

Bong. One woman looked at her watch.

Bong. Piper grabbed Phoebe's hand real tight.

Bong. The fire burned brightly.

Bong. Another woman held her husbands' hand tight.

Bong. One juror added ice to a new pitcher of martinis.

Bong. Another woman closed her eyes and appears to pray.

Bong. Prue looked down very uncomfortable about her decision.

Bong. The clock pendulum swung back and forth.

Bong. Another man's smile turned grim.

Bong. Prue now approached her sisters as they all held onto each other.

Bong. The clock chimed its twelfth time and went silent.

The lights dimmed and got brighter again.

"Well, it's all over," said the last man to take a martini. "And I'm glad it's over. We did the right thing! Greenville always does the right thing." He drank down the last of it.

"Did we, did we do the right thing?" asked a woman next to him. "Someone just died. Is that right? Do you feel better now?" she asked looking straight into his eyes.

He avoided her eyes and said, "Yes! Yes, I do. Good night everyone!" he said, putting out his cigarette, picking up his hat and heading out the door.

"I can't stand it anymore. All you people make me sick!" said the man who made the speech under the clock. "I'm leaving!" he said as he rushed out the door.

The three Halliwell sisters were still huddled together.

"Maybe he's correct. Did we do the right thing?" asked Phoebe.

"What's this we? I'm the one that sentenced her. I'm the one everything falls on the shoulders of." said Prue.

"Everything has always fallen on your shoulders, Prue, since we were kids." said Piper.

"Since we were kids in San Francisco We didn't grow up here in Greenville or with that blankety-blank code. You're Judge Prue Halliwell. I'm Phoebe Halliwell." said Pheebs starting to remember.

"And I'm Piper Halliwell, and I don't know a habeas from a corpus. How come now I'm chief prosecutor in this little nightmarish drama?" said Piper.

"That's it! This is more of a drama than real life. It's just like a play. Everything takes place quickly to keep the plot moving along." said Prue.

Bong. The clock strikes 12:15.

"What happened? It has not been fifteen minutes since midnight." said Pheebs.

"Which proves my point. We are in something. Something that is not real." said Prue.

"Something that is strange, but something that is reality to us and everyone else. It is related to us since were all..." said Piper.

Pheebs put her hand over her sister's mouth. "I wouldn't say that here and now, my little prosecutor." said Pheebs.

Bong. The clock strikes 12:30.

"Whoa. There goes the clock again. Time is moving faster. We have got to get out of here. Remember the threat that Sarah Lee Brown made against the town. We have got to leave or to wake up or SOMETHING!" said Piper.

"Maybe we can cast a spell to get out of here. Any thoughts?" asked Pheebs.

Bong. He clock strikes 12:45.

"Yes, run!" cries Piper.

As they reached the door they heard, "Bong."

"When the bell tolls ONE." said an ominous voice that everyone heard, but appeared coming from nowhere.

Prue opened the door and outside were the same people that were at the party. Now they were an unruly mob carrying guns, rakes, hoes and one rope with a large noose in it.

Inside the building had changed to a shack from before the days of electricity. There stood Prue, Piper and Phoebe wearing long black dresses, not unlike the kind that Halloween witches wear.

"I have got a bad feeling about this!" said Piper making the understatement of the year.

"There they are! There are the WITCHES!" cried one of the mob.

"KILL THEM!" cried another.

"HANG THEM!" cried the man with the rope.

"NO, BURN THEM!" cried a woman. "They made my children sick!"

"They made me loose my job!" cried another.

"They killed my father!"" cried another.

"They caused the crops to fail!" cried another.

"BURN THEM! BURN THEM! BURN THEM!" the crowd started to chant.

"I don't think this is the Welcome Wagon! Piper, do it." said Pheebs.

Piper tried to freeze them, but nothing happened. Prue couldn't move them either.

"Oh, we're really blankety-blanked." said Pheebs.

They tried to run out the back, but the little cabin only had one door. The crowd poured in as the Halliwell's were backed up to the wall.

"BURN THEM! BURN THEM! BURN THEM!" the crowd continued to chant.

Then some official ran through the crowd and stood in front of them.

"Whew, the cavalry." quipped Piper.

"Friends of Greenville. This is not right. We only do what is right here in Greenville. Remember the code." he pleaded.

"The code. Yes. Remember the code" said one man.

Then a woman said, "We must do what is right."

Quickly all the crowd nodded in agreement.

Prue still looked very worried.

"They must have trial. A FAIR trial." said the official.

"I was afraid about that." said Prue.

"Oh, my lord!" said Piper as the crowd led them through the cabin door.

Sharp shadows marked the small courtroom. Guarding over this scene was Judge Hawthorne who sat behind an extremely tall bench dressed in long black robes. Down came the gavel. Bang, bang. The sound echoed off the walls.

"Has the jury reached its verdict?" the judge said flatly.

"Yes, we have your honor. We find Prue, Piper and Phoebe Halliwell guilty. Guilty of the crime of witchcraft." said the jury foreman. Eleven other members of the jury stood behind the foreman nodding in agreement.

"No-o-o," shouted the defendants who sat at the table on the left. Prue, Piper and Phoebe were now dressed in dark prison clothing with numbers on each of their backs.

"I object." said their lawyer, a man in a dark suit, white shirt and thin dark tie. "My clients have been convicted on merely circumstantial evidence."

"The defendants has been given a fair trial and found guilty by a jury of their peers. We only do what is right in Greenville." said the prosecutor who sat behind the table on the right next to the jury. Behind him was a railing where several of the townspeople of Greenville stood also nodding their heads in agreement.

"Over ruled!" said Judge Hawthorne again banging the desk with his gavel. The echo sound was deafening. "The defendants will stand and be sentenced." said the judge.

Prue, Piper and Phoebe stood up looking defiant at the judge. Their lawyer stood beside them.

"Prue, Piper and Phoebe Halliwell. You have been found guilty of the crime of witchcraft by the good people of Greenville. In accordance with our laws and code, you will immediately be taken to the state penitentiary and be executed tonight at the hour of midnight. And may God have mercy on your souls." said Judge Hawthorne.

A half smile appeared on the faces of all in n the courtroom and the bailiff came up, put his hand on Prue's shoulder and lend all of them away through the single door on the far side of the courtroom. They disappeared through the door as the entire courtroom could hear them screaming, "No-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!"

A solitary man played the harmonica in his cell next to the cells of Prue, Piper and Phoebe. The tune is sad, slow and melancholy. Piper sat in her cell looking through the bars at the door on the far side of the cell block. Phoebe was trying to see how strong the bars are. Prue was trying to get her telekinesis power to work.

The man stops playing the harmonica and calls out to anyone listening, "Anyone who goes through that door never comes back. They only leave that room with wings on their back."

"Oh, stop it!" cried Piper. "You're sounding like an old gangster movie."

"Maybe that's the point." said Phoebe.

"I have been here longer than anyone. I've seen them come and go. Some walk straight in there with their heads held high. Others have to be carried in. Doesn't matter which way you go. The end is always the same." And he went back to play the same lonesome tune.

"How do we get out of this? We just can't seem to change the plot of the story. How did we get in here anyway?" asked Pheebs.

"Now I guess, the prosecutor will come walking through that door." said Piper.

The door opens and in walks two prison guards, the warden and a priest.

"Wrong, there." said Prue. "I think they've come for us!"

"Aren't you going to ask us to confess?" asked Piper hopefully.

"It's time." said the warden.

The priest kept saying a prayer, very softly, continuously giving the sign of the cross.

"I want to give my confession!" chimes in Pheebs.

"You're not Catholic." said Piper.

"No time like when I have no time. Over here, Father!" she said jumping up and down.

Each of the cells was opened and hand and leg irons were put on each of the women. Each of them started to sniffle, just a bit. They were led over the far door and inside they found three identical electric chairs.

"Have you ever seen a movie with three of these things?" aid Pheebs trying to smile. "This isn't real."

Each of them were strapped in, a cap was put on each of their heads, electrodes attached to their arms and legs and a leather mask put over each of their faces.

"Do you have any last words?" asked the warden.

Prue said, "This is not right. This is not justice. This is wrong!"

Piper said, "This [sob] IS NOT REAL! [sob] This can't be real!"

Pheebs said, "Remember the Maine??"

"By the power invested by me by the governor of this state and having been found guilty by the court of Greenville, I hereby carry out the sentence of death. And may God have mercy on your souls! Proceed with the execution!" said the warden.

A large switch was thrown and the sound of electricity crackled through the air.

Outside there was an unruly mob carrying guns, rakes, hoes and one rope with a large noose in it. Prue, Piper and Phoebe are part of the mob this time. Inside stands Sarah Lee Brown dressed in a long old-fashioned peasant dress and white shawl.

"There she is. She's a WITCH!" cries one of the mob.

"KILL HER!" cries another.

"HANG HER!" cries the man with the rope.

"NO, BURN HER!" cries a woman. "She made my children sick!"

"She made me loose my job!" cried another.

"She killed my father!"" cried another.

"She caused the crops to fail!"" cried another.

"BURN HER! BURN HER! BURN HER!" the crowd started to chant.

She tried to escape them, but the little cabin only had one door. The crowd poured in as Sarah Lee Brown was backed up to the wall.

"BURN HER, BURN HER! BURN HER!" the crowd continued to chant.

Prue came running through the crow and stood in front of her.

"There goes the cavalry. Again!" quipped Piper.

"Friends of Greenville. This is not right. You should be ashamed of yourselves. This woman has done you no harm. Go back to your homes. Forget what has been done here tonight. This woman is no more that cause of your troubles then yourselves. How would you feel if it had been you? Yes, think of that. Anyone of you could as easily been blamed. So the next time something bad happens to you; fix it, make it right, and chalk it up to your experience. There aren't witches trying to do things to you. Think about it. Or as God is my witness, you will be the next one on trial here!" Prue cried to the crowd.

Everyone had his or her head down thinking of what the judge had said. And the judge had the power to back herself up, too!

"Now GO. Go home and leave this woman in peace." Prue ordered.

Then the crowd dispersed leaving the cabin and headed home. The Halliwell's looked quickly at the poor Sarah Lee Brown in the corner of her cabin. And they walked out, too. The view pulled back as the final scene ended.

Picture the town of Greenville. The lesson it learned was hard, as hard as the cell floor that Sarah Lee Brown had to spend her final night on. The final night that never came. The people of this town learned a valuable lesson. A lesson filed under P for prejudice in the Twilight Zone.

Do-do, do-do. Do-do, do-do

"AHHH!" said Phoebe as she woke up screaming. "That was no nightmare!" She stumbled out into the hall. It was still late at night. Prue was standing by her door and Piper was wandering around her room.

"Hey, guys! Did you just have a nightmare? Were we just electrocuted?" asked Phoebe.

"Yes. I think. That was some nightmare! It was as if it was scripted by..." said Prue.

"ROD SERLING!" they said simultaneously.

"Phoebe! Weren't you just watching the Twilight Zone marathon last night on TV?" asked Prue.

"Well, yes!" she said playing with her hair.

"That explains it. You got so wound up in the show that you dreamed about it and pulled us right into your dream." said Prue.

"Can she do that?" asked Piper skeptically.

"It happened, didn't it? Besides Phoebe is the one with all the psychic powers. Maybe this 'thing' is a new power for her. But she's going to need to LEARN to CONTROL it." said Prue.

"I don't know! I don't feel like I have a new power! What's good about putting people into my dreams? It just seems to give us all nightmares!" said Pheebs.

"This is one power the Charmed Ones can do without! Just let me SLEEP in PEACE!" said Piper very angry with Pheebs.

"Why is everyone picking on me? I didn't cast some spell. I didn't disturb your sleep. On purpose, I mean." said Pheebs.

"That's just it. We BOTH have important and busy days tomorrow. YOU have a day off! I'm sorry if we're coming down hard, Pheebs, but that was the scariest nightmare I've had since.. since.. I was a child!" said Prue.

"The same goes for me. Good night Pheebs. And if you wish me pleasant dreams..." said Piper.

"I'm REALLY sorry. Good night, guys." said Pheebs left alone in the hallway. "I have got to fine out what happened. Up to the attic, again." Pheebs said to herself.

In the morning Prue and Piper came down to the kitchen. Pheebs was asleep with her head in the Book of Shadows.

"Pheebs, darling. Wake up! Wake up!" said Prue.

"Huh? What? Oh, my aching neck!" said Pheebs rubbing it with a painful expression on her face.

"Pheebs, we'd both like to apologize. We were both pretty hard on you last night." said Prue,

"Pretty hard? We were down-right bitchy! I'm sorry Pheebs. It's just waking up after a nightmare like that! Even Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm would have been grouchy." said Piper

"Hey, guys. It's all right. The only real pain in the neck I have right now is my own doing. Ouch! It seems my subconscious was trying to tell me something. According to the Book, it can happen to witches. It has something to do with what happened in the dream. And you guys were pulled in to help me figure it out. I've just been too tired to really think about it!" said Pheebs yawning for the third time.

"Puzzles? Midnight puzzles? From the mind of Phoebe Halliwell? Now that's a scary thought!" said Piper cutely. Pheebs gave her a dirty look.

"Well, I'll try and think about it today. But for now, I have to get ready for my next assignment." said Prue.

"And I have an early date with the health inspector at the club. So Pheebs, have a good day off. Let's meet tonight at the club. We'll have a puzzle night!" said Piper cheerfully.

P3 was full that night. The music was provided by a real radio DJ. Piper was working behind the bar when Phoebe and Prue dressed to kill came in the front door and walked down to the club level.

"Name your poison!" announced Piper.

"Anything to raise my IQ. This puzzle is driving me nuts. Going to college hasn't help me figure this thing out" said Phoebe.

"Don't strain the old brain, Josie College! I recommend two margaritas and then let us adjure to our alcove." said Piper.

"Si, si, senorita!" said Pheebs pretending to play the maracas.

"Just white wine. No poison for me tonight. Designated driver you know." said Prue.

The Halliwell ladies finished their drinks and sat around the little table in their alcove.

Pheebs was very relaxed now. "OK. What do we remember? I was the jury foreman, Prue was the judge and Piper was prosecuting. We were involved in a witch trial. And this poor little old lady was executed. God, I know how that feels!" said Pheebs very empathically.

"Maybe that's the connection. But where are we persecuting anyone? Unless we're too hard on warlocks and demons!" said Piper.

"No, I think it's much more subtle than that. Something Pheebs is doing. Something the three of us can help her with. Let's write down all the key words and she what happens." said Prue. She got out some paper and started writing. "Sarah Lee Brown. Witch. Greenville. Right. Justice."

"Let's see. Clock. Cell. Execution. Harmonica." added Piper.

"I'm supposed to take up the harmonica?" asked Phoebe.

"You've got a lovely, lovely singing voice Pheebs. You just can't play any instrument worth a damn. It's got to be something else." said Piper.

"Electric chair. Warden. Priest. Party. Wake. Pitcher. Martinis. Ice." added Phoebe.

"Hum. Judge. Prue. Prosecutor. Piper. Jury Foreman. Phoebe." said Prue.

"Guilty. Code. Law." said Pheebs. "Pendulum. Bong. Bong. Bong." said Pheebs starting to giggle.

Piper started to laugh. "Chime. Big Ben. Timex. Rolex. Tick-tock. Tick-tock." she said ending in so much giggling that she couldn't stop.

Now Phoebe was in stitches and Prue couldn't help but start laughing.

"Maybe Pheebs forgot to wind our grandfather's clock! He-he-he!" said Piper.

"Or I'm supposed to tick-tick-tick be a clock. Defuse a bomb, buy a watch, or..." said Pheebs.

"Clean someone clocks, find some time, do some time, tell the time, time something! Be something! Something something!" said Piper on the floor in hysterics.

"All right. All right." said Prue trying to control her chuckle. "That's obviously a dead end. Knowing that it's Pheebs' sub-conscious, let's try the list in reverse."

"Are you saying I get everything backwards?" said Pheebs now quite serious and a little hurt.

"No, Pheebs. Let's just say you have a unique perspective on things. Remember us saying, 'That's very Phoebe!' You have a 'fresh' approach to life and everything else. Not exactly always logical, but you usually get things right, most of the time, and in a manner that others wouldn't think of. And I better end this explanation or I'll really get Pheebs pissed."

"Good move Prue. We have got to wind this up." said Piper. "I will never be able to get to sleep if I think this will happen again tonight!"

"All right then. Backwards. Pendulum, Law. Code. Guilty. Phoebe. Foreman Jury or Jury Foreman.. Piper. Prosecutor. Prue. Judge. Ice. Martini. Pitcher. Wake..." said Pheebs.

"Wait a minute. Prosecutor. Prue. Judge. Ice. Prue. Judge. Ice." said Piper.

"Prue. Judge Ice. Prejudice? Wasn't that what the whole trial was about? Prejudice?" asked Prue with an 'I think I got it' expression of surprise.

"Maybe, but who am I prejudiced about? I believe in life liberty and the happiness of pursuit" said Pheebs.

"The happiness of pursuit?" asked Prue cutely.

"Sure, the right of any person to pursue any other person of the opposite sex. That's the law of nature." said Pheebs.

"More the law of the jungle, my little sister. Fine, you believe in freedom and the Constitution. But it's got to be something else!" said Piper.

"Unless it's something you're doing sub-consciously. Look through the words again Pheebs and see if something else rings a bell." said Prue.

"Bong-bong-bong!" said Piper starting to giggle again.

"Piper!" said Prue.

"Sorry. Go ahead, Pheebs." said Piper smiling broadly.

Pheebs looked at the list backwards and forwards for several minutes. Prue sat there watching her closely. Piper started fidgeting with the condiments on the table.

"Pheebs. This has been fun, but I have GOT to get back to the..." said Piper.

"Wait, Pitcher, Martinis. Martini Pitcher. Martin Pritchard. MARTIN PRITCHARD!" said Pheebs almost screaming while she shot up to a standing position.

"Who is Martin Pritchard?" asked Prue.

"Over at school. He's in my biology class. A real cute guy. Funny, too. He's kinda been hinting that he'd like to take me out." said Pheebs.

"So what's the problem?" asked Piper.

"We'll, you see. He had an accident several years ago and he's confined to a wheelchair. Every time he's asked me, I guess I kind of gave him the brush off. I said that I was too busy or had something else to do. He hasn't actually hinted in a couple of weeks. I guess I kinda sorta discouraged him. And the funny thing is, he's really cool. The wheelchair thing doesn't seem to faze him and he's got a real good sense of humor about it. So much for my love of 'regardless of race, creed or national origin.'" said Pheebs sounding really down.

"You just claimed to believe in the 'happiness of pursuit.' You don't have to go out with every guy that asks, but make sure it's for the right reasons." said Prue.

"IF you do like the guy, THEN ask him out." said Piper.

"Yep. I need to take your example. You don't discriminate in your men." said Pheebs

"Of course I don't. Huh? I don't get you. What do you mean?" asked Piper.

"You don't discriminate whether by race, creed, warlock, ghost, wendigo, white lighter.." said Pheebs who got hit with a pillow before she was able to finish.

"It does make me think. I know we should look for guys that we're attracted to, but am I so worried about looks that someone's handicap actually turns me off? Or is it what I think others will be thinking about me?" said Pheebs.

"You'll have to decide that yourself. But Pheebs, remember, you never before let what other people think stand in the way of how you run your life. So why should this be any different?" said Piper.

"You've always run your life uniquely. And you've always had the biggest heart of the Halliwells. Maybe you just learned something tonight. Just open your heart a little further. Far enough to let in someone else who need a little more room and a little more understanding." said Prue.

"Boy, you can sure be cool sometimes, big sister," said Pheebs who ran up and gave her a big hug.

Several days later at breakfast, Phoebe came walking down the stairs.

"Care for some crepes?" asked Piper standing by the stove with her spatula held high.

"Deal me in, chef sis." she replied.

"So how was your date with Martin last night?" asked Prue all dressed for her next photo shoot.

"Not bad. Actually, it was REALLY great! This guy is more than just cool. He's REALLY funny when he gets warmed up. We went to the hottest club in town!" said Pheebs.

"WHERE?" asked Piper with a sly smile.

"All right, the second hottest place in town. Sis. you need a ramp, if you want us partying there." said Pheebs.

"No problems then?" asked Prue.

"Nothing I can't handle. And he's REAL cool handling any other clods that say something. We're planning on dinner next Saturday night. I think I'm over any hidden fears now." said Pheebs.

"I'm glad our 'little' harrowing experience helped you out." said Piper.

"Absolutely! You're all the better for it." said Prue.

"You know, there is an Outer Limits marathon on in two weeks. Care to join in?." said Pheebs with an impish smile.

"NO!" said the other two sisters.

Piper picked up her spatula and Prue grabbed a wooden spoon as they chased their sister out of the kitchen giggling all the way.