#44 Blueberry Hill, Wednesday morning

[holdingontolove]

To say Cole was not a happy camper would be an understatement. Various walls and pieces of furniture had fallen victim to his rage. Books and papers were strewn about the house, part of desperate research attempts to figure out how to expel Phillipa from Phoebe's body. Of course, even once that was done, there was still the problem of Phoebe's

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[sleepswthdemons]

Phoebe had been more than a little relieved that even dead she could still enter her own home. It would have been the last of one too many bad things for her.

According to Phillipa, her soul was getting weaker and she would soon be completely gone -- and unable to protect anyone from her and Anton's machinations.

She had to do something to stop them before she was gone.

When she saw the conditions of things in the house, Phoebe felt tears spring to her eyes.

"Oh Cole..." she said softly.

All she had wanted to do was stop all of this so he wouldn't have to watch her die... and not only had she died, but she had let a terrible evil loose in Milieux.

Not to mention hurting Cole in the process.

"Oh sweetheart... I'm so sorry."

[holdingontolove]

Cole paused momentarily in his pacing. For a moment, it had almost felt like Phoebe was there. But she wasn't, and he frowned and continued to stalk around the house.

[sleepswthdemons]

She watched Cole pacing and started to walk with him.

"Baby... I wish I could fix this... I wish you could hear me."

[holdingontolove]

Cole paused again. Maybe it was wishful thinking and his imagination was playing tricks on him, but he could swear Phoebe was in the house. He looked around, confused. "Phoebe?" he called.

[sleepswthdemons]

Phoebe swallowed when she heard him call for her.

"I'm here, Cole. I'm right next to you..."

[holdingontolove]

Tense, fists clenched at his sides, Cole closed his eyes, reaching out with the soul bond between him and Phoebe, trying to feel where she was, when she was, how she was.

[sleepswthdemons]

Phoebe wasn't doing well... and she was getting worse. However, if he could feel her... she was in the same room.

[holdingontolove]

Cole wasn't sure he could trust his senses, but the bond never lied. "Phoebe?" he called again. "Are you here? Can you give me some sort of sign?"

[sleepswthdemons]

Phoebe looked around the room, trying to figure out how to answer him.

Biting her lip, she managed to move one of their photo albums to crash to the floor.

[holdingontolove]

"Phoebe!" Cole exclaimed. She had to be here. "How do I get you back? How can I help you?"

[sleepswthdemons]

Phoebe flipped the pages of the album... and it stopped on a photo of Prue's funeral.

[holdingontolove]

Cole's heart stopped. Well, not literally, because even if it did, it would just restart a second later. He crouched down beside the photo album. "You're . . . dead?" he said quietly.

[sleepswthdemons]

"I'm so sorry, baby."

Phoebe had tears sliding down her face as she lay her hand on his face.

The album moved from that picture, to a picture of the two of them together.

She wished she knew where her notebook was so she could tell him who had done this.

[holdingontolove]

"No!" Cole snarled, sweeping out his arm and sending the photo album sliding across the floor. "You can't be dead. I won't allow it!"

[sleepswthdemons]

Phoebe desperately wanted to hold him and she tried once more to touch him.

"Cole... I love you so much. I wish you could hear me."

The album skidded to a stop... open to a photo of the attic of their house.

[holdingontolove]

"The attic," Cole murmured, noting the picture. "You want me to go to the attic? Is there something there that can help? A spell?"