“Well,
that's three and a half hours of a lovely afternoon that
we've just wasted," Stuart Weston said, as he and Piper Halliwell began walking
down the block.
They had just come out through
the office building's revolving doors onto a still somewhat busy Drumm Street.
They passed the California Street cable car line terminus, reached the corner,
and after letting a car and a tourist bus complete their turns, began crossing
Market Street.
There was still some thirty minutes until sunset but the
sun, blocked as it was by the tall buildings, could only indirectly cast it's
late day light on downtown San Francisco.
Piper and Stuart walked underneath the overhead trolley car wire,
crossed over the Market Street tracks and waited at the trolley car
stop, two short blocks from The
Embarcadero, for the trolley car - or the streetcar, as Piper preferred to call it - to
take them back to their home, the Halliwell Manor.
"Yes, it was a waste. There are other things I would
have rather been doing this afternoon," Piper admitted.
"But we can't afford to be picky."
After a moment, the trolley car, wearing its orange
livery, an occasional spark visible from its trolley pole, pulled up at the
curb. Piper put her hand into the
pocket of her brown blazer and pulled out her monthly MUNI pass.
It had been Stuart's idea for them to buy
the passes, not knowing how long The Elders would keep him along with Holy Combs and her
Charmed TV series
co-stars Shannon Doherty and Alyssa Milano - whom the The Elders had made into real-life
versions of their
Charmed Halliwell witches characters -
in San Francisco.
It had proved to be worth having on the occasions when they couldn't use
their car.
As had been the case when they
had come downtown earlier that afternoon.
They
hopped aboard, flashed their passes at the operator, and took a seat near the
middle of the car.
"We have to follow any lead we have to find the demon who's planning something
terrible," Piper said,
"no matter how un-likely that lead seems."
"Yes, of course we do," Stuart agreed, as the
operator sounded the bell and the trolley car left the stop.
"But it's still disappointing, after
spending so much time, that this turned out to have nothing at all to do with
any demon."
Stuart looked around the trolley car, it's polished wooden
benches running lengthwise from the front to the back.
Signal buttons to tell the operator to stop
were spaced along the window frames.
Horizontal poles, with hand straps hanging from them, connected to
strategically placed vertical poles.
But no one was holding on to them.
Other than three people sitting in the rear, the trolley car was empty.
"Stuart...that sign," Piper said with some alarm,
pointing to a small paper sign with the word 'Milano' taped onto a small pane
above one of the trolley car's large, square windows directly opposite them.
"Relax," he said.
"That isn't there because some demon knows who you all really are
and left a reference to Phoebe for you to see." Phoebe Halliwell was really Alyssa
Milano, whose Charmed witch character had, like Piper's character, become real.
"Two years ago, after converting to light rail lines
underneath Market Street, MUNI brought some of the trolley cars back to run
above ground, again. They laid new
track and re-painted the classic cars they still had to represent lines from
other American cities. And they
purchased additional classic trolley cars - or streetcars as they're sometimes
called - from other cities all over America and around the world and restored
them to their original condition.
"Like this one.
It's a Peter Witt type of trolley car that comes from Milan, Italy
where it ran for seventy years.
That paper sign above the window is there to let people know where this car came
from, using the native Italian version of the name - Milano."
"Well," Piper said, with a small smile, "I
prefer, instead, to take that as a reminder of the unchanged world, and of who
we were. Or at least who one of us
was. And still-"
"Hey," Stuart interrupted her, "where'd the
sun go? How did it suddenly get so
foggy?" Piper turned around and
looked out the window.
"Not fog," she said. "It's a mist. I can't
see anything."
The trolley car slowed down and came to a halt.
"This is your stop," the operator called out,
turning around to them.
"No it isn't," Stuart said.
"This is your stop," the operator repeated.
He was in his early fifties, his medium
build only slightly on the heavy side.
His mustache was a mixture of gray and brown, as was his hair, which
nicely complemented his brown MUNI uniform.
"No...uhh..."
Stuart started to say, then looked around to see if the operator was
speaking to one of the other passengers.
But the three people in the back of the trolley car had suddenly fallen
asleep. He glanced at Piper, then they
stood up and walked to the front of the car.
"This isn't our stop," Piper said to the operator.
"We're getting off at Fisherman's Wharf."
"This is your stop," the operator repeated, with
certainty.
Piper looked out the front windshield. She couldn't see anything but mist in the
illumination from the trolley car's single headlight.
"Where are we?" she asked.
"Where you belong," the operator answered,
re-assuringly.
Piper turned, stared at him and squinted.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"I'm merely the trolley car operator," he said.
"But you are Piper Halliwell."
"How do you know who I am?" she demanded.
The operator gave her a kindly smile, the type of benevolent
smile reserved for someone who is nice but not too bright.
"Because," he said, in a tone of pointing out the
obvious, "this is your stop."
"Piper," Stuart said, touching her left arm and
pointing to the trolley car's control panel. "Look!"
On the control panel was a small screen and on it, in orange
letters, was written 'Piper Halliwell Stop'.
Piper stared at the words, looked outside again and then turned back to
the operator.
"What about those people in the back?" Stuart asked.
"Oh, they just came along for the ride," the
operator said, with a hint of a smile.
"What am I supposed to do here?" Piper asked.
"I'm just the operator," he said, shaking his head
slightly. "But you belong here. You'll figure it out.
"You, on the other hand," he said, looking at
Stuart. "This doesn't seem to be
your stop. You'll have go to the back
with the others."
"No!" Piper said, grabbing Stuart's hand.
"Stuart stays with me. If I get off, he gets off with me."
The operator thought for a moment, then gave her a polite
smile.
"You can have him get off with you, if you wish,"
he said to her. "It is, after all,
your stop."
He turned the control and the front doors opened. Piper
stared at him for a moment. Realizing she wouldn't get anything more from him,
she exhaled and, still holding Stuart's hand, she and Stuart stepped down and
got off of the trolley car.
The doors closed and the orange trolley car began to pull
away. Piper and Stuart stood by the
tracks watching it leave and in a few seconds the trolley car disappeared into
the mist.
"This way is as good a way as any," Stuart
said. He and Piper turned and began
walking off to their right, away from the tracks. As they did, the mist began to dissipate and a partially
cloud-covered sunlight returned. In a
moment they found themselves standing at the edge of a meadow. Red colored shrubs punctuated the green
panorama which stretched out and away from them towards gently rolling hills in
the distance.
"Pretty, isn't it," Piper said.
"But, Toto, I've a feeling we're not in
Kansas anymore. Nor...in San
Francisco, either."
"OHHHHHHH!!" the voice cried.
Some forty feet off to their right a downward slope lead to
the meadow. And tumbling helplessly
down the slope was a young woman. They
turned and ran to her as she came to rest at the bottom of the slope.
She looked to be barely 20 years old, slim with a fair
complexion, and curly red hair not quite reaching her shoulders.
"OHH! OHH!" she cried. "I lost my balance. I
know I must have broken my foot. I must have! And now I won't be able to get
around to finish my tasks with the crops."
"Take it easy," Stuart said as they reached her.
"Don't assume the worst. Let's hope it's not so bad."
"Can you wiggle your foot?" Piper asked. The young
woman lifted up her right foot and wiggled it slightly.
"That's a good sign," Piper said. "You have
to be optimistic," she added, smiling.
"Let's take a look at it," Stuart said. He gently removed the young woman's loafer,
raised her green, full dress above her knee and began to roll down her brown
knee sock.
"I'm Piper and this is Stuart."
"I'm Larissa," the young woman said.
"Hmmm," Stuart said as he carefully removed her
sock. "You scraped it pretty badly. That's a deep cut at the ankle. But
there's no swelling. Try moving your foot again."
Larissa raised her foot and moved it with a slight grimace.
"It feels sore when you move it but nothing more,
right?" Stuart asked. Larissa nodded.
"That's from the trauma," he said. "It'll be black and blue for a while
but it's not broken. The cut needs to
be cleaned and covered but nothing more.
You're going to be fine."
"No, I won't be," Larissa said, tears in her eyes.
"I'm infected. And I'm going to become helpless and die."
"Infected?" Stuart said. "From what?"
Larissa stared at him astounded and speechless.
"You don't know?" she asked, with an incredulous
look.
"Ohh-K," Piper said, "let's start from the
beginning. First of all, where are we?"
Larissa looked at her with that same puzzled expression.
"The Inside," she answered warily.
"The...Inside?" Piper asked.
Larissa's eyes darted between them with a sudden fear.
"You must be from...The Outside," she said.
Piper and Stuart glanced at each other.
"But...you can't be the evil demon," Larissa said.
"You spoke of optimism. You have hope."
"Hope," Piper repeated. "Why is that
important?"
"That's what everything here is," Larissa said. The
look on her face changed and she seemed to relax.
"Hope," she said. "We grow it, cultivate it
and harvest it."
"You...grow hope?" Stuart asked, not sure he was
hearing right.
"Yes," Larissa said. "And after we harvest it,
we send it to The Outside."
"You...send hope...to The Outside," Piper
repeated. "And then...what happens to it?"
"You use it," Larissa said.
"I use your hope?" Piper asked. The more Larissa said the more confused Piper
felt. "When...and why?"
"When you've run out of your own," Larissa
said. "Think about the times when
you've had some difficult situation, some terrible problem, something that
seemed to have no way out of. Think
about how you felt before you went to sleep that night. Things seemed utterly hopeless.
"But when you got up in the morning, you suddenly felt
hope. That somehow there would be a way out of it. But nothing had changed.
There was no reason for the hope. But the hope was there.
"That's the hope that we grow. And send to The Outside
so that you can go on with your lives."
Larissa saw the skeptical looks on their faces.
"You find this hard to accept?" she asked.
"Then tell me, why do people get up in the morning with new hope?"
"Because," Piper began, "they've had a good
night's sleep..."
"And therefore?" Larissa asked.
"And...uh," Stuart said, "they...see things
differently."
"But that's illogical," Larissa said. "Nothing's changed so there's nothing
different to see. Everything is exactly the way it had been the night
before. But now the problem doesn't
seem to be insurmountable. There's
hope. And hope is what's needed to go
on.
"Without hope, The Outside couldn't continue. It would crash under the weight of
despair. People would shrivel up and
die. Hope stops that from
happening."
"And this hope that we feel...comes from here...The
Inside?" Piper asked, trying to understand what Larissa was saying.
"Yes," Larissa said. "From our fields. Or
what's left of them."
"What do you mean?" Stuart asked.
"There's an evil demon who's come from The
Outside," she said. "He's
brought despair, a despair so strong that it's destroying our fields, and
killing our crops. And us with
them."
"Is that what you meant about being infected?"
Stuart asked. Larissa nodded.
"After he brings his despair to the crops it gets into
the air," she said, "and our people breathe it in."
"And then what happens?" Piper asked.
"They lose hope," Larissa said, a sadness coming
across her face. "Everything
starts to look worse and worse to them.
And they withdraw, give up on everything, including living. And then they die." Tears started to
form in her eyes.
"And now that's happening to me," she said.
"And I'm going to die, too."
"No," Stuart said firmly. "That's not going
to happen to you. We're not going to let you die."
"How does this demon come here?" Piper asked.
"I don't know," Larissa said. "He just shows up when a crop is nearing
harvest and covers it with despair. And
once in the air the despair travels to nearby younger crops and they begin to
decay, too."
"You're sure he's from The Outside?" Stuart asked.
"The Inside is made up of hope," Larissa said.
"This Demon of Despair couldn't come from here."
"What does he look like?" Piper asked.
"I don't know," Larissa answered.
"No one has seen him?" Stuart asked, surprised.
"He was seen twice," Larissa answered. "Each time, he directly filled the one
who saw him with extreme despair. When
each was found, all he would say was that it was hopeless, the demon was too
strong, and nothing was left for them."
"What happened to them?" Stuart asked.
"The same that happens to all who've been
infected," Larissa said. "Only
faster. They died before the
morning."
"We're going to find a way to stop this demon,"
Piper said. "Do you have a leader?"
"Glyn," Larissa said. "He is our Elder."
"Then we'll talk to him," Stuart said.
"Come."
"I can't," Larissa said.
"Yes you can!" Stuart said. He put her sock back
on over her foot and eased her shoe back on.
"Ow! Ow!" she cried.
"Your shoe is back on and while it may be
uncomfortable, you can walk," Stuart said. He looked at her firmly,
grabbed her hands and pulled her up."
"I won't make it home," Larissa said.
"Yes you will!" Stuart said forcefully, staring
into her eyes. "You're not going
to succumb to despair." He placed
his left hand under her right shoulder and held her arm firmly with his right
hand.
"The streetcar operator said I'd figure out why I'm
here," Piper said as she went around to Larissa's left side to support
her.
"I guess I have.
They began walking up the slope that Larissa had rolled
down.
Looking off in the other
direction from its top they could see fields, some of them covered with
something Piper and Stuart had never seen before, their colors ranging from a
light yellow to a bright orange.
"Is that...hope growing in those fields?" Piper
asked.
"Yes," Larissa answered. "The deeper the color
the closer they are to harvest."
"Incredible," Stuart said. "What are those
fields filled with black things?"
"That's the blight the demon caused," Larissa said.
"Those fields' crops are decaying or already destroyed."
They had skirted the fields, walking along their perimeter
and now were on a small ridge filled with trees and large rocks.
"UHHPH!" Piper grunted. She was caught unaware as
a man carrying a long, heavy pole suddenly appeared and pushed her forward.
There was an opening in the ground in front of her and she fell head first into
the pit.
A second man grabbed Larissa away from Stuart.
"Hey-" Stuart began but the first man swung his
pole into Stuart's stomach. As Stuart doubled over the man knocked him into the
pit, too.
"No!" Larissa cried out.
The two men pushed one of the large rocks towards the pit
and covered the opening.
"It's OK, Larissa," one of them said, "you're
safe now. We saw those demons from The Outside holding you. We followed you
until we got to where we could rescue you."
"No, Tristan," Larissa said, "you don't
understand. They're not demons."
"Of course they are," the second man said.
"That's why they grabbed you."
"No, they didn't grab me," Larissa said.
"I...I know I've broken my foot. And I'm going to die. And they-"
"You're infected," Tristan said, shaking his head.
"See, they are demons. They did that to you."
"Just be still," the second one said. He took
something from his pocket, ran his finger through it and rubbed it on Larissa's
neck.
"But... Larissa protested, "they...I..." Her
eyes half-closed and she leaned back against the man holding her.
"We'll carry her home, Aidan," Tristan said,
"and then we'll go to Glyn and tell him what happened."
Stuart was on top of Piper, who was lying face down on the
earth at the bottom of the pit. As he
slowly started to get his wind back he tried to sit up and look around. Two thin rays of sunlight shone down from
spaces between the rock and the edge of the pit.
The pit was about eight feet long but barely two feet wide.
Stuart looked up at the rock covering the pit. They had fallen some six feet.
His hands were covered with dirt and as he brushed them off
he checked himself over. Nothing seemed
to be broken. He moved back as far as
he could to the wall of the pit and turned Piper over. In the ray of light he could see she was
un-conscious.
Lying half on her, he managed to get his arm underneath her
head. With his free hand, he tried to
clean away some of the dirt from her face.
He could not tell how badly she was hurt. He wanted to take care of her but all he
could do was to lightly stroke her forehead.
He looked up, again. The top of
the pit was too high for him to reach.
And even if he could reach it, he wouldn't have the leverage to push the
large rock away from the opening.
He turned back to Piper, took her hand in his and held it
tightly. He pulled her head closer to
him, laid his head down on top of hers and closed his eyes. There was nothing he could do now but wait.
The light was faint as Piper began to stir.
Stuart had fallen asleep holding her and
feeling his arms around her put
Piper slightly at ease.
"Ugghh," she said. Stuart felt her move and woke
up.
"What happened?" she asked.
"Two men threw us down into this pit," he said.
"Ugghh," Piper repeated.
"How badly are you hurt?" he asked as he raised
her head in his arm.
"My...ribs hurt," she answered.
"Are they broken?"
"I can't tell," Piper said and slowly sat up.
"Maybe they're just bruised from the fall," Stuart
said. "It was over a six foot drop." Stuart helped Piper move back
and lean up against the wall.
"Who were they?" she asked.
"I don't know," he answered. "But whoever
they were they took Larissa."
"This is a fine welcome," Piper said. "I
suppose there's no way out of here."
"Only through the opening on top," Stuart said.
"It took both of them to move that rock into place. We won't be able to
move it from underneath."
"Not without Prue," Piper said. "The Elders
should have sent her with us." Her sister Prue and her telekinetic power that could
have moved the rock off the opening was what
Piper wanted now.
"They must know that you can handle this by
yourself," Stuart said.
Piper exhaled.
"Thanks for the vote of confidence," she said,
with a half-smile. "But we won't be able to do anything unless we get
out-"
They heard a noise from above and looked up to see the stone
being moved away. Though it was dusk,
there was still enough light for them to see three men standing at the
edge. To their right was Larissa and
another girl.
Piper and Stuart started to stand up.
"Remain seated as you were," the man standing in
the middle of the five people said. Piper grimaced as she sat back down against the
wall.
"Are you hurt?" the man asked her.
"Ugghh...I'll be OK," Piper answered.
"You see," Larissa said, "I told you she
speaks with hope."
"I am Glyn," the man said.
"I'm-"
"I know who you say you are," he said, cutting
Piper off. "Larissa has told me about you.
But we have been attacked by the Demon of Despair. A demon who comes
from The Outside. And you come from The Outside. I must be sure about who you
really are."
"You think I'm the demon?!" Piper said in
disbelief.
"Until you prove otherwise," Aidan, standing to
the far, left said.
"Why did you come here?" Glyn asked.
"We were sent here," Piper answered.
"Sent...by whom?" Glyn asked.
"That's a little hard to explain," Piper said.
"It's...The Elders...the forces of good."
"Why?" Glyn asked.
"To help you against the demon," Piper said.
"Why you?" Glyn asked.
"Because..." Piper glanced at Stuart and then
exhaled slightly. "I'm a witch."
"A witch," Glyn repeated, seemingly a bit
surprised.
"What power do you possess?" he asked.
"I can freeze things," she said.
"Show us," Glyn said.
Piper stared at him for a moment, raised her hand, then
raised it again to unfreeze Stuart.
"Let's move to the other side," she said. Stuart
helped her up and she grimaced as they moved to the other side of the pit.
After sitting down, Piper raised her hand.
"I want to see-" Glyn stopped. "Uh...how did
you get to the other side?"
"I froze you and moved while you were frozen,"
Piper said.
"Or maybe you can't freeze anything," Tristan,
standing on Glyn's right, said, "but you can jump from one place to
another. That's what Devin said of the demon, isn't it. Before he died."
"If Piper could do that," Stuart said, "we
would have been out of here the second you moved the rock away."
"What you say makes sense," Glyn said."But there's only one way to be
sure."
He turned to the girl
standing next to Larissa."Ceres
will go down to them."
"No!" Tristan said. "You can't let Ceres go
down there. If they are demons she'll be at their mercy."
"Oh Tristan, you worry too much," Ceres said.
"You always worry too much."
"And with good reason," Tristan retorted.
"Your sister Acacia lies dying this very moment from infection. The same
thing may happen to you if you go down to them."
"If these witches have come here to help us,"
Ceres said, "then maybe they can save Acacia, too.
"I trust Larissa's judgment of good and evil," she
said, turning to Glyn. "I'll go down."
"You can't let her go down, Glyn," Tristan
insisted.
"Neither Glyn nor you can stop me," Ceres said.
"You know that. No one has the right to stop me from using my
powers."
"Acacia can stop you," Tristan said.
"Acacia isn't here," Ceres said. "I've
decided."
Glyn looked at Ceres and nodded slightly.
"Tristan," Glyn said, "help Aidan with the
rope."
Tristan stared at Glyn, exhaled and walked behind Aidan who
was standing next to Glyn. The rope was
about four inches in diameter and taking it in his hands, he nodded. Aidan moved closer to the pit and threw the
end of the rope over the edge.
Ceres grabbed the rope and as she held it tightly in her
hands she pushed herself off of the edge. Aidan and Tristan slowly and
carefully lowered the rope and Ceres went down into the pit. As she descended, the pit become illuminated
and Piper and Stuart could see Ceres clearly.
She was perhaps fifteen years old, her hair, a deep gold,
tied in a braid.
Her face was fair but
with a similar deep golden tone to it.
It didn't seem to be tan from the sun, Stuart thought, just a natural
color like golden wheat.
She wore a
white lace smock over a yellow dress with puffed up shoulders and a full
skirt.
The sleeves reached her elbows
and her arms below them had that same golden color as her face.
She let go of the rope and jumped down the
last foot to the ground.
"I'm Ceres," she said with a small, confident
smile as Stuart and Piper stood up.
"You have powers," Piper said. "You're
different than the others?"
"I'm a Gifted," Ceres answered.
"A Gifted," Piper repeated. "What powers do
you have?"
"I can tell if someone is lying," Ceres said.
"Truth resonates in the heart...and I can feel the heart." She placed
her right hand on Piper's chest, over her heart, then put her left hand over
her own heart.
"Please repeat what you just told Glyn," Ceres
said, her look turning serious.
Piper stared at her for a moment.
"I'm Piper Halliwell," she said.
"I'm a witch...and I was sent here to help you fight the
demon."
Ceres said nothing, made no expression with her face but
just stared at Piper intensely for ten seconds.
"She isn't lying," Ceres finally said, loud enough
for Glyn and the others to hear. She
moved her right hand over to Stuart's chest.
"I'm...uhh...not a witch," Stuart said, "but
I'm here to help you, too. Uh...just
like I helped Larissa."
Ceres cocked her head and looked intensely at him. She raised her head slightly upwards to look
at Larissa, then turned back to Stuart.
"He tells the truth," she said, that small,
self-confident knowing smile once more on her face.
"Bring them up," Glyn said.
"Please, you first," Ceres said. "It will be
easier for you to see if I go last."
Is her presence what's illuminating the pit? Piper thought.
She looked at Stuart then grabbed the rope and Tristan and Aidan pulled her
up. They threw the rope down again and
brought Stuart up.
"I'm so sorry," Larissa said. "You were so
kind to tend to my leg. I told Tristan but he wouldn't listen."
"Tristan never listens," Ceres said as she came up
. She let go of the rope and jumped onto the ground. "You should know that
by now."
"You'll see," Tristan said. "They will yet
endanger all of us."
"How will you use your power to help us?" Glyn
asked.
"I don't know," Piper said, distracted. She had been looking into the pit, marveling
that it had become dark again once Ceres came out of it. Now she turned her attention back to Glyn.
"I haven't figured that out yet," she said.
"What else can you tell me about this demon."
"There isn't anything I can add to what Larissa's
already told you," Glyn said.
"I wish there was."
Piper exhaled.
"We'll have to work on coming up with a plan," she
said, grimacing slightly from the pain in her ribs.
"We'll give you guest cottages to stay in while you
do," Glyn said. "And Aidan will give you a little salve to put on you
where you have pain."
"What is this?" Stuart asked.
"It's a relaxant," Larissa said. "A tiny bit
may ease the pain. Too much will leave you weakened." She turned and gave
Tristan a sharp look.
"We'd better get going," Piper said. "We have
a lot to do."
"Yes," Piper said, in response to the knock and
Ceres opened the door.
"I would like to speak to you," Ceres said.
"Sure," Piper said.
"Come in."
Ceres stepped inside the small cottage and closed the door behind her.
"It's about what you told me in the pit today,"
Ceres said.
"When you said that
you are Piper Halliwell, a witch, I felt in your heart that it was true.
But then I felt something else. Something
interfering with that truth."
Ceres paused.
"Tell me about Holly Combs," Ceres said.
"Wh...what?!" Piper said, caught by surprise.
"Holly Combs," Ceres repeated. "That is who
you are."
"How...uh...how can you know about that?" Piper
asked in disbelief.
"It's something that is such a part of you, something
so strong, that I could feel it," Ceres said. "That is why I chose my
words carefully when I told Glyn that you were not lying. I did not say that you were telling the
truth. Because the truth would have
included saying that you are Holly Combs.
"I've never felt this in someone's heart before. Something
being true and not true at the same time. I have to understand how this can
be."
Piper closed her eyes for a moment, then exhaled.
"I...can't explain it to you," she said,
"because I don't completely understand it myself." She hesitated for
a few seconds.
"I was...I am Holly Combs. A normal mortal...an
actress. And then The Elders turned my role of Piper Halliwell that I was
playing on a TV show...they changed me into really being Piper Halliwell. A real
witch."
Ceres looked at Piper silently.
If she was disillusioned by Piper's revelation she didn't show
it.
"Gifts and powers come with a responsibility to help
others," Ceres said. "They would not have chosen you for this had
they not trusted you with that responsibility."
Piper sighed.
"I've accepted my responsibility to protect and help
innocents - good people," Piper said.
"Of course you have," Ceres said. "But because Holly Combs is still very
much a part of you, a part of you that you still want to be, it's inhibiting
you from fully using your witch powers when you need them."
Piper exhaled.
"I didn't want to become a witch," Piper said,
"but I've accepted the reality of who and what I now am. And that I have to
save good people.
Wanting to be Holly
again...hasn't interfered with that. It hasn't lessened my ability to use my powers
to vanquish evil."
Ceres looked at Piper intensely.
"Hasn't it?" Ceres asked, certainty in her voice
and a knowing look once again upon her face.
Stuart was walking through the garden outside of his
cottage. His mind was on the Demon of Despair and he wasn't paying attention to
what was around him.
"Ohh," he said as he bumped into Larissa. "I'm
sorry...I...my mind was elsewhere."
"It's OK," she said, as he stepped back slightly
from her.
"Do you live near here?" Stuart asked.
"Yes, just the other side of the village square,"
she answered. "But I wasn't going home. In truth, I was hoping I would see
you."
"You were?" he asked.
"I wanted to thank you for what you did for me
today," she said. "And for
what you tried to do to help me."
"I didn't really do much," he said.
"Your kindness...and your caring," Larissa
said. "There is a depth to it that
I have not seen on The Inside. In the women, in The Gifteds, perhaps. But not in the men."
"I'm not anything special," Stuart said.
"Take some time to look closely at the men again and I'm sure you'll find
them to be caring, too."
"Time..." Larissa said and her face saddened.
"I have little time left before I die from the infection."
"You're not going to die," Stuart said. "You're
going to be OK." He looked into her eyes as if he was focusing his
thoughts towards her.
"You have hope," he said firmly, taking her hands
in his. "You have hope!" he repeated. "You have to believe, and feel, that you're going to be
fine. You have no despair. You-"
Larissa leaned closer to him, brought her mouth close to his,
and kissed him. They held the kiss for
a few seconds and then Larissa pulled her head back.
"You held back," Larissa said. "There's
someone on The Outside, isn't there."
"Uh...yes...how did you know?" Stuart asked.
"I could tell from your resistance," Larissa
answered. "And you are seeing her?"
"Uh...yes...uh...I have been for a little while,"
Stuart said.
But...we're in,
uh...someplace that's not, uh...not how we normally live.
That...that can be affecting our
relationship.
I don't know how she
really feels about me,
or whether she would
want to see me when we get back to, uh, where we come
from.
And for now, she wants our relationship to be
without commitments. And...I agreed to that."
"You're confused. But none of that matters now because you can't see her
here," Larissa said with a small smile.
"She's on The Outside... and you're on The Inside."
She drew his hands behind her back, let them
go and put her hands around him.
"And as long as you and I are together on The Inside, I can hope,
can't I?"
Larissa pulled Stuart to her and kissed him.
She felt good to him...warm, kind,
caring.
He was weakening, allowing himself to enjoy being in Larissa's arms.
Stuart suddenly pulled his lips away.
"Larissa!" he exclaimed. "What you just
said."
"What did I say?"
she asked.
"Hope," Stuart said. "You said you have
hope!"
"I did..." She thought for a second. "I
do!" she exclaimed. "I have hope, again."
"Somehow, my hope overcame your despair," Stuart
said.
"You're well, again.
Come...come quickly. I have to tell
Piper."
"How?" Piper asked.
"I, uh...I.." Stuart started to say.
"Stuart looked into my eyes and concentrated his
thoughts on me," Larissa said, seeing that Stuart was reluctant to tell
Piper that they had kissed. "He
took my hands in his and then my despair was gone."
"But why?" Stuart asked. "Surely you must
have tried to help the others who were infected."
"We did," Larissa said. "Glyn and some of the other men, even Acacia before she was
struck down. They tried to tell them, to give them, hope. But to no avail."
"There must be something different about my hope,"
Stuart said.
"There is," Piper said. "The hope on The Inside is pure. Maybe too pure. It hasn't
been up against despair, hasn't had to overcome it. But our hope has. It's
had to overcome The Outside's real despair."
"And because of that it's stronger," Stuart said.
"It's had to be stronger," Piper said. "It's been tempered by it's battle with
despair. That's why your hope could
cure Larissa's despair while The Inside people's hope could not."
Piper thought for a moment.
"That must be how I'm supposed to help them," she
said. "Your hope helped Larissa because you're both mortals. So my hope, as
a witch, will be on a higher level. A level that will work on a demon."
"You're going to give the Demon of Despair hope?"
Larissa asked, puzzled.
"I'm going to destroy him with hope," Piper said.
"Despair can't exist where there is hope. That demon must be made up of
pure despair. Forcing hope on him will destroy him."
"We'd better test this," Stuart said. "We
have to be sure that you can do the same thing that I did to Larissa."
Ceres opened the door and Stuart and Piper followed her into
the room.
"This is Stuart and Piper," Ceres said, as she
approached the bed. "The two from
The Outside that I told you about."
The girl was lying half curled up. Her hair, worn in a style similar to Piper's, was a slightly
different shade than Ceres', more of a honey blonde. And she was a little older, closer to Larissa's age. But there could be no mistaking Acacia for
anyone other than Ceres' sister.
Her face and her arms below her elbows, where the sleeves of
her burgundy and gold blouse reached, were the same deep golden color. And as she turned to face them her legs
stuck out from beneath her matching skirt.
Stuart saw that the skin above her white knee socks was the same deep
gold, too. Now he was sure that it was not a tan. It was, incredibly, their natural color.
Facing them, they could see one difference between Acacia
and Ceres. Acacia's wan face had no
smile.
"Hi," Stuart said and Acacia nodded in
acknowledgment.
"You're going to have hope," Piper said, coming
closer to her. "And you're going to be OK."
"No, I'm not," Acacia said.
"They've saved Larissa," Ceres said. "They're
here to save you."
"It's too late for me," Acacia said. "I'm
dying."
"No, you're not going to die!" Piper said, looking
into her eyes. "There is always hope. There is no such thing as not having
hope. There is no reason for you to die."
"You don't understand," Acacia said, making away
with a wave of her hand as she turned her head away from Piper.
"I do understand," Piper said. "I understand
that you're a Gifted. And I understand that you're needed to help everyone on
The Inside."
"Ceres will help them," Acacia said, turning back
to face them.
"Ceres is good," Stuart said. "And she does
help. But she's not enough. The people of The Inside need you, too. That's why
you're both Gifteds. Because they need both of you."
Acacia swung her legs over the side of the bed, sat up and
looked at Piper for a moment.
"You are not going to die," Piper said. "You're going to be OK." She looked into Acacia's eyes and focused
her thoughts.
"You have hope," Piper said firmly, taking hold of
Acacia's hands. "You have
hope!" she repeated. "You have to believe, and feel, that you're
going to be fine. You have no
despair. You-"
"It's working!" Ceres cried, interrupting Piper.
"Acacia's smile is back."
"It is," Stuart said.
Acacia took a deep breath and her eyes moved around as she
felt inside herself.
"I'm cured!" Acacia said, with surprise. "I
do have hope, again. You...really have saved me."
Ceres ran to her sister, threw her arms around her and
hugged her.
"Thank you," Acacia said after a moment as she let
go of Ceres.
"You've come here from The Outside to help us,"
Acacia said. "And you're willing to put yourself at risk to do that."
Acacia stood up and extended her right hand to Piper's
heart. She placed her left hand over
her own heart and looked at her silently.
"You are a good and un-selfish person," she said.
"Uh...uh..."
Piper mumbled, embarrassed by the accolade. "What I am...doesn't matter. What matters is that my hope worked on you."
"Now we have to come up with a plan of how to find the
demon and use it on him," Stuart said.
"The Inside is too large to simply expect to see him when he comes
again. We have to know where he'll
be."
"Tell me," Piper said, "when does the Demon
of Despair come?"
"It hasn't been a set time," Ceres said. "He seems to know whenever a crop is
almost ready for harvesting because that's when he comes and destroys it."
"Is there anything besides the deep color that
indicates a crop is nearing harvest?" Piper asked.
"There is more hope in the air around the field,"
Acacia said. "We're attuned to it and can sense it."
"I'll bet the Demon of Despair can sense it, too,"
Piper said. "He must be sensitive
to hope because hope must bother him.
When the hope gets stronger he knows that a crop is maturing. That's where we'll find him."
"We still won't know which of the maturing fields he
would go to first," Stuart said, "or when."
"It doesn't matter," Ceres said. "The demon's destroyed all of the crops
that were maturing. There isn't any
field left that is close to harvest."
"Well, then," Piper said, "we'll just have to
make the demon think that one is."
"Let me understand this," Glyn said. He was sitting in a high-backed chair in a
large formal room that Larissa had told Stuart and Piper was called The Chamber
of The Elder. "You want all of us
to stand by a field and exude hope?"
"Exactly," Piper said.
She was sitting with the others in smaller chairs opposite
him.
"With all of that hope in the
air around a field, yours together with whatever the crops give off, it should
get the Demon of Despair's attention.
He'll think that a crop is ready for harvesting.
When he comes, I'll freeze him so he won't
be able to do anything.
Then I'll destroy
him with my hope from The Outside."
"And if your plan doesn't work, our people will be in
danger of being killed right there by the demon," Glyn said.
"They're in danger now," Stuart said.
"Piper and I can't stay here forever to
keep healing whomever falls ill to infection."
"Piper and Stuart are willing to put themselves at risk
to help us," Acacia said." We
can't do any less for ourselves. And we
can't let them do it alone.We have to
listen to them and trust them."
Glyn was silent for a moment.
"I attach much value to the advice of a Gifted,"
he said.
"Very well.
We will do as you ask."
The warm, subdued light made it seem very cozy. Three tall candles, the middle one slightly
higher than the other two, were burning in front of him.
Stuart didn't know where he was or how he had gotten
there. But wherever he was, Ceres was
there, too. She stood off to his left
smiling, that same self-confident, in control smile he had seen in the
pit. Only now it was a broader smile.
He was about to ask her where they were when he saw Larissa
standing on the other side of the candles.
Her face, illuminated in the candles' yellow light, seemed to shine with
an inner goodness. He hadn't so much
heard as he had felt her beckon him to her.
He walked around the candles and stood beside her. Larissa looked into his eyes and began
caressing his cheek with her left hand.
"You're still with me on The Inside," she said,
and smiled.
She brought her lips closer to his and kissed him. Her hands were easing around his back and
she drew him closer to her. He felt
himself being pulled, not just to be closer to her, but to be part of her.
Stuart felt the warmth of Larissa's wholesomeness, the warmth
of her goodness, pulling him strongly to her.
Suddenly, it was more than he felt he could resist. More than he felt he should be expected to
resist.
And now, it was more than he wanted to resist.
And so, he stopped resisting...
The early rays of sunlight shone into Stuart's room and he
slowly opened his eyes.
Hope.
The Demon of Despair.
The thoughts started to swirl around in Stuart's returning
consciousness.
They were going to try to vanquish the Demon of
Despair. No Book of Shadows, no Power
of Three, just Piper and-
Suddenly Stuart remembered.
He sat up in bed and looked around.
There was nothing to suggest that Larissa and Ceres had been in his room
during the night. His clothes were
exactly as he had left them when he had gone to sleep...he hadn't gone out
during the night. So it must have been
a dream.
But no - it couldn't be a dream, he thought.
The way he felt inside of himself sitting there
could not have been caused by just a dream.
He stood up, got dressed and went outside.
He started crossing the square towards
Larissa's house when he heard Ceres call him.
"Good morning," Ceres said, with her small smile,
as she approached him from behind.
"Uh, good morning, Ceres," Stuart said. "Uh,
Ceres, I...something happened last night. Or, I think something happened. You
and Larissa...I'm...maybe I just dreamt it..."
"No," Ceres said. "It wasn't a dream."
"You mean...it was real?" he asked. "But how?
I never left my room. I..."
"It was a mental projection," she said.
"Projection," Stuart repeated. "You mean
like...an astral projection?"
"In a way," Ceres replied.
"In an astral projection, you're
projected from one place to another. But that's where the similarity ends.
In an astral projection, you project
yourself physically into another physical location.
But in a mental projection, I projected both of us into a place
that exists only mentally."
"So...our minds were somewhere else," he said.
"Not our minds," Ceres said. "I mentally
projected our physical beings there."
"Uh...physical into a mental location?"
Stuart said, trying to grasp the concept.
"That's...incredible.
And you can
project someone else...not just yourself.
Who else has this power?"
"Only The Gifteds," she said.
"But you weren't in my room," Stuart said.
"How did you project me?"
"There was a connection between us when I felt your
heart," Ceres said. "I kept that connection after I was done."
"And Larissa?" he asked.
"I went to Larissa and asked her about you. As I expected, she wanted to be with
you. After I projected her, she 'asked'
you to join us and then I projected you there.
But you had to agree to come."
"Yes," Stuart said, "I have a vague
recollection of feeling her calling me.
But you were there too."
"It was my mental area that I projected you and Larissa
into," Ceres said. "I had to
be there for it to exist."
"Then we...Larissa and I...we..." Stuart stammered.
"Yes," Ceres said. "You did." Stuart saw
her smile widen, just as he had seen it during the night.
"But...you're too young...to...be familiar...to be
involved..." he said, looking for the words to express what he meant.
"Unlike on The Outside," Ceres said,
"familiarity and 'involvements' are not dependent upon chronological age
but rather upon emotional age. Because
Gifteds feel many hearts, and feel many things in them, we possess advanced
emotional capability, emotional wiseness and emotional experience. The three
aspects that combine to produce an extraordinary emotional maturity.
"I'm 'familiar' with all aspects of relationships. My emotional maturity is many times more
than that of a normal girl my age, on The Inside or The Outside."
"And your self-confidence, too," Stuart added.
"I know what my powers can do," she said, matter
of factly.
"Did you use another of your powers on me?" he
asked, hoping she did.
"Of course I did," she answered.
"Good," Stuart said. That would explain his
feelings...and excuse his behavior.
"It wasn't a power to compel you to be with
Larissa," Ceres said, smiling.
"My power can't force you to do something you don't really want to
do.
My power just uncovers and reveals
what you really feel, what you won't admit to yourself.
And then my power takes away your
inhibitions and resistance so that you can respond naturally to your
feelings."
"You mean...I wanted to...come to Larissa?" Stuart
asked.
Ceres smiled.
"I felt that in your heart when we were in the
pit," she said.
"But your power is just to be able to tell if someone
is lying," Stuart said.
"My power is to feel someone's heart," Ceres said,
"and through that I can tell if someone is speaking the truth. But there
are many other things in the heart that can be felt, as well."
"Why did you do this?" he asked.
"You saved my sister's life," Ceres said, her face
turning serious. "You gladdened my heart. I decided to give you something
that would gladden your heart in return. And I did.
"You're easily smitten by girls who are
wholesome," Ceres continued, "who are perky, caring, un-selfish and
sincere.Your heart felt that you saw
those qualities in Larissa, even if you didn't consciously admit it.
But you wouldn't have gone to see Larissa on your
own.
You felt inhibited because of the
girl you were seeing on The Outside, even though there is no commitment between
you. So you suppressed your desire -
and any conscious thought of it."
"Inhibitions...make us what we are," Stuart said.
"And inhibitions can stop us from being what we have to
be," Ceres replied, resolutely.
"I know how you felt last night.
You cannot deny
it. I felt your heart while you were
there."
Stuart closed his eyes for a moment.
There was no denying how he had felt last
night and...probably how he still felt.
Yes...there was some feeling of
guilt. But in truth his relationship with Piper's sister Phoebe was now informal -
casual at best.
And there was truth to what Ceres said, truth to what he felt.
It was - is - real. And things that are real -
that are true -
- should not be suppressed. Including - especially - feelings.
"It was a projection. But did it...really happen?"
Stuart asked. "Was...any of it...real?"
"Of course it happened!" Ceres said.
"Bringing you and Larissa together was very real. As real as you want it to be."
"As...I want it to be?" he repeated.
Ceres cocked her head slightly.
"Do you regret it?" she asked. "Were you
looking for a different answer?"
"No," Stuart answered, "...uh...I mean
...uhh...I mean, should I..." His conflicting feelings were making him confused.
"Well, if you don't want it to have happened, then it
didn't," Ceres said.
" It was
only a mental projection."
"But you just said that..."
Stuart felt mixed up.
"Uh...either it happened or it didn't
happen. It can't be both."
"But of course it can," Ceres said, flashing her
self-confident, in-control smile.
The field was yellow with just a hint of orange. The crops were about two feet tall and Piper
knelt down and spread some apart. They
were round, with what appeared to be two or three layers rolled over each
other. About half a dozen were growing
from what seemed to be a branch, with about twenty branches coming from a
single root.
Hope, Piper thought. Amazing. These were far from being
ripe. And if her plan didn't work, they never would be.
She stood up and looked at the people standing in a row some
twenty feet behind her. Stuart had been saying something to Ceres and now he
was coming back to Piper.
"They're ready," Stuart said.
Piper took a deep breath.
"I hope this works," she said. They looked at each, realizing the irony in
what Piper had just said. Stuart nodded slightly, turned around towards the
people and signaled Glyn.
The people took hold of each other's hands. Even from that
distance Piper could see their concentration. All she could do now was wait.
Five minutes went by. Then ten. Piper could see some of the
people beginning to fidget. A few were looking at each other, perhaps starting
to feel foolish at what they were doing.
Patience, Piper thought. We have to have patience.
Now fifteen minutes had gone by. Maybe she had been wrong,
Piper thought. Maybe this wasn't going to work. She looked at Stuart. He gave
her a smile and a nod of support.
Twenty minutes. Piper saw one of the men drop his hands,
then another and then another.
Then something caught their attention. The image of the edge of the field was no
longer stable but was shimmering. And
something was coming through the shimmering.
He stood no more than three feet from Piper. He wore a loose
fitting garment over his small body with a hood that covered his head.
But it was his face that held Piper transfixed. The deep socketed eyes, the hard, rubbled
skin. She had never seen a face so empty, so lacking of any trace of...of
anything except despair. Utter,
absolute, implacable, hopeless despair.
Piper snapped out of it, raised her hand and the demon
froze. She could hear the 'oohs' from
the people behind her. Stuart turned to
them and saw them staring at the frozen demon as Larissa came towards him.
"Tell them all to leave, to go to where they're
safer," Stuart said. "It isn't done yet."
"And you come, too," Larissa said.
"My place is with Piper," Stuart said. "We're
in this together."
"Then I'm staying here," Larissa said. "My
place is with-"
"Your people," Stuart said, cutting her off.
"I have to help Piper any way that I can. I can't be distracted by
anything happening to you. I have to know that you're safe. Now go!"
Larissa looked into his eyes, nodded and reluctantly went
back to her people. They were starting to leave when suddenly the demon
unfroze.
"I'm not fazed by your little parlor trick," the
demon said to Piper. "I have the power to quickly adapt to anything like
that."
Piper raised her hand again but the demon didn't freeze.
"I warned you," Tristan shouted as he hurried over
to Glyn. "I told you she would get us all killed. The Demon of Despair
will be upon us."
The demon turned towards Stuart and stared into his eyes.
Stuart lost his breath. He had never felt such despair, such a total absence of
any hope, as he suddenly felt. He was totally, completely despondent. And his
only way out, he felt, was to die.
Piper focused her eyes and her thoughts on the demon.
Hope...hope...hope!
But she could tell that it wasn't working. She could feel the demon's thoughts of
despair trying to enter her own mind.
She saw Stuart to her right fall to his knees. His mouth
open and his eyes starting to glaze over, he fell back against the side of a
bush.
Piper kept trying but the demon wasn't weakening. I'm not
strong enough, she thought. I can't vanquish him.
Suddenly everything changed. The field and the demon were gone. She was somewhere else, inside somewhere. There was a warm, subdued light all around
her. Three tall candles, the middle one
higher than the other two, were burning in front of her. A large three-foot wide triquetra hung above
them. To its left was Ceres. And to its right stood Acacia.
"Inhibitions can stop us from being what we have to
be," Ceres said.
Acacia's face was serious as she took a few steps towards
Piper and focused her eyes on her.
After a moment, Piper felt her resistance to being Piper, to fully being
Piper, fall away. Her inhibitions that
had stopped her from realizing her full potential as a witch were gone.
She was only Piper Halliwell, now, with no desire to be
anyone else. She was the charmed witch
who could vanquish demons. She had the
power to vanquish demons. And she would
vanquish the Demon of Despair.
The large triquetra was now glowing a brilliant orange. Acacia, her left hand over her heart, came
closer to Piper and placed her right hand over Piper's heart. She stood like that for five seconds, then
stepped back, and smiled.
Suddenly, Piper was back in the field. She felt the Demon of Despair's thoughts
again but she focused her mind and blocked them. I'm stronger than you, she thought. I'm a witch, a Charmed witch, and my powers make me stronger than
you in whatever I do.
She looked into his eyes, then grabbed his hands and
concentrated her thoughts of hope, of promise, of optimism.
Piper felt the demon stagger. She kept concentrating,
banishing any thoughts of despair he was sending. And then she saw the demon
start to shrivel. He tried to pull away
from her but she held on with all her might.
The demon kept shriveling, getting smaller and smaller as he
did. Then he gave a cry, turned into a
puff of smoke and was gone.
Piper stood staring at the empty space and exhaled. Then she
ran over to Stuart, dropped to her knees and threw her arms around him.
"It's OK," she said, focusing her thoughts on him,
"the Demon of Despair is vanquished. You have hope. You have lots of hope.
You're going to be all right."
Stuart took a deep breath, then another, gave a weak smile
and hugged Piper back.
"It will take a little time," Glyn said, "but
there will be crops to harvest, again.
And we have you to thank for that."
"And we have you to thank for making Tristan have to
apologize," Ceres said with a smile.
"Watching him do that was a treat."
"And now we have to be going," Stuart said.
"Back to The Outside."
"You could stay," Larissa said.
"I don't belong here," Stuart said.
"That could be changed," Ceres said. "You
could become one of us."
"Another power of The Gifteds?" Stuart asked.
"A power of The Elder," Glyn said. "I could
give you whatever you need to feel at home here."
"That's very kind," Piper said. "But there
are demons on The Outside who have plans of major destruction there. We have to
go back...and try to stop them before they succeed."
"And you will," Acacia said, "as long as you
don't let your heart distract your mind from who you are...from who you must
be."
"I'll...I'll find a way to do that," Piper said.
"Thank you for helping me."
"How will you go back?" Glyn asked.
"I'm not sure," Piper said. "We'll go back to
where we came to The Inside. If we can find it again."
"I can show you the way to the place where I fell, if
that will help," Larissa said.
"Yes," Stuart said. "We'll try to find our
way from there."
"Thank you again," Glyn said. "For all of us.
And may you always be safe and protected against the evil that you fight."
"You can still change your mind," Larissa said as
they reached the meadow.
"Piper has to find those demons that are trying to make
major destruction," Stuart said, "and vanquish them.
And I have to be there to help
her." He hesitated for a moment. "And to do
that I have to sacrifice...what I'm feeling..."
"Shhh..." Larissa said as she moved closer to him
and put her finger over his mouth. She moved her finger away and replaced it
with her lips as she embraced Stuart. Then his arms went around her
too and they held each other tightly while they kissed.
"I won't ever forget you, Larissa " Stuart said to her when they finaly
let go and their
lips parted, tears filling both their eyes.
"I'll send you something to make sure that you
don't," Larissa said.
Piper and Stuart started to walk away then turned around to
wave. They kept walking in the general
direction they thought they had come from the day before.
"I don't see anything," Piper said. "They may
not even know that we're trying to get back."
They kept walking for another five minutes
"Up there," Stuart said, pointing to something
about twenty yards in front of them. "The trolley car wire."
They hurried in its direction and stopped as they approached
it.
"The trolley car tracks," Piper said, looking at
the ground a few feet in front of them.
They turned and saw a light down the tracks coming quickly towards
them. In about fifteen seconds the
trolley car pulled up to where they were standing and stopped. As the front doors opened, Piper and Stuart
got on board.
"Hello," the operator said, politely. He was the same slightly heavy operator who
had brought them the day before.
"You came at just the right time," Piper said,
with surprise. "You knew we would
be ready to come back."
"Of course," the operator said. "We keep our
trolley cars running on schedule."
Piper stared at the operator. Her mouth open but not knowing what to say, she squinted at him,
turned and walked down the aisle with Stuart.
They sat down and the doors closed.
The operator gave a clang on his bell and the trolley car started up.
In a few seconds, the trolley car was engulfed in mist. When
it cleared a minute later, they were riding down The Embarcadero.
"We're back on The Outside," Piper said.
"Back home," Stuart said.
"Well, at least our temporary home," Piper
said. She looked out the window and
took a deep breath.
"It doesn't last, you know," she said. "The
inhibitions come back." She thought for a moment.
"Yes...I know," Stuart said, thinking about his own inhibitions
when he was
around Larissa, until Ceres removed them. They were both silent for a
moment.
"Thinking about Larissa?" Piper asked. Stuart
nodded.
"I'll probably never see her again," he said.
You're still on
the Inside Larissa but now I'm on The Outside,
he thought.
He was still feeling confused.
He would be seeing Phoebe soon. At another time that would have made him happy
but their relationship was not what he had hoped it would
become. And now, after being with Larissa...he was glad it hadn't. If it had been, he
would have been feeling guilt...
Suddenly Stuart felt something.
He leaned forward, looked around, then took a deep breath.
"No," he said, "...there will be a way.
Somehow, I know there will be. I'll see Larissa again.
I...I feel this hope."
Piper smiled.
"That's it," she said. "Larissa said she would
send you something to see to it that you wouldn't forget her. She just sent you
a special hope. To be sure you'll remember her."
"And I surely will," he said, enjoying the warm feeling of Larissa's hope.
After a moment
Stuart leaned back against the bench.
"You know," he said, "you didn't use your
Charmed powers to vanquish the Demon of Despair."
Piper nodded.
"I know," Piper said.
"I used Piper's inherent power.
The essence of being Piper."
"I think that's why they sent you here," Stuart
said.
"And without Prue and
Phoebe.
They wanted you to learn what
you can do, what you have to do. And
how you have to be thinking to be able to do it."
"Yes,
all witch, all the time,"
Piper said with a little resignation. But then she
smiled.
"And they wanted me to see what I can do
without my inhibitions. Now that Acacia and Ceres showed me what I could do, what I
could be, if I got rid of my inhibitions,
I will again.
So that I can concentrate on being Piper."
She stared out the window at the passing piers along The Embarcadero.
"I will be Holly Combs again someday," she said confidentally to
herself.
"I have hope."
Peter Witt style
Milan
streetcar / trolley car, on San Francisco's F-line.
that brought Piper and
Stuart to The Inside.