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Day One

Night - Quake

Parker walked in, her jacket slung over her shoulder, walking through the crowd. She walked toward the table where Prue, Piper, Phoebe and Poppy were sitting. "Oh, I'm so glad you guys are still here." She sat down. Her sisters were looking behind her. "What are you staring at?"

Prue pointed behind her. "They have been going at it for almost an hour."

Parker turned to see that they were watching a kissing couple. "Hello." She looked away, putting a hand to her head. "I can't even look."

"I know," Piper told them. "I hate being single."

A waitress walked toward their table. "Waitress, coming through." She set out a glass in front of Poppy. "Special delivery."

"Hey, Skye," Piper told her.

"Hey, Skye," Poppy told her.

"Hi," Skye told them.

"Um, I think there's been some kind of a mistake," Poppy told her. "I didn't order this."

"I know," Skye told her. "You have a secret admirer." She pointed out a guy across the restaurant named Whitaker Berman. "He ordered it for you."

The sisters followed her gaze to Berman.

"Who is that?" Phoebe asked.

"I have no idea," Skye told them. "I'm just following the bartender's orders. And, apparently, he's been eyeing Poppy all night."

"Skye, can you do me a favor?" Poppy asked, handing her the glass. "Um, tell him thank you, but I don't really accept drinks from guys unless I know them or they introduce themselves first."

"Sure," Skye told her. She looked at the other four sisters. "Smart girl."

"Wisest of us all," Prue told her.

Skye carried the glass back toward Berman.

"She didn't want the drink?" Berman asked.

"I'm sorry, no," Skye answered. "She's flattered. She's just cautious when it comes to meeting new people."

Skye set the glass in front of him.

"Yeah, sure, she is," Berman told her. "How about you?" He slid his wheelchair back a little bit. "Maybe you'd like to have a drink with me sometime?"

"Oh, um, well, that's really sweet of you, but, uh, I'm not allowed to date the customers," Skye told him.

A man called for her. "Skye!"

"Uh, an order's up," Skye told her. "I've got to run."

Berman nodded.

Skye walked away, leaving.

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Skye's Apartment

(Song:) A Ticket to Death - Miss Trip

Skye was asleep.

Berman appeared in her dream. "Hello, Skye."

Skye seemed to wake up in her dream. "What the..."

Berman covered her mouth. "Shh. You're in my world now." Her room turned into a building rooftop. It was all read, and there was clouds in the sky. Skye was now wearing an evening dress. "You look beautiful in that dress. I knew you would."

"I don't understand," Skye told him.

"It's your dream, but it's my fantasy," Berman told her.

"Where am I?" Skye asked.

Berman chuckled. "You're dreaming. I'm visiting."

"You're in my dream?" Skye asked.

Berman nodded. "But I can make it mine."

Skye turned to face him. "You can walk?"

"In dreams, I can do anything," Berman answered. "I can dance in your dreams. I can alter your dreams." They started to dance. "And I can kill you in your dreams."

Skye became scared. "No, please."

"Did you know that if you die in your dreams, you die in real life?" Berman asked, taking Skye to the edge of the room, making her look down so she could see how much of a long fall it would be to the bottom.

Berman spoke the same time as Skye to mock her. "Please don't hurt me!"

Berman laughed. "Now, Skye, you rejected me, and now you gotta pay."

Berman spoke the same time as Skye to mock her. "Please, don't do anything!"

Berman laughed. "Sweet dreams."

Berman pushed Skye off the edge, making her scream as she fell to her death.

(Song Ends)

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Power of Five

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The song playing during the aerial shots of San Francisco for the episode was Love You Like the Earth by Audrey Auld

Day Two

Morning - Skye's Apartment

Skye was lying on her bed in an awkward position, dead. Andy and Darryl were there.

"What do we got here?" Darryl asked. "Her name is Skye Russell, early 20s, waitress at Quake."

"Every bone in her body's been crushed," Andy told him.

Darryl nodded in agreement. "The coroner said it's as if she's fallen off a 20 story building."

"But we're in a closed apartment," Andy told him. "On the ground floor, and the body hasn't been moved."

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Halliwell Manor - Living Room

Piper was working out, watching a tape on the TV.

Prue and Parker were sitting behind her.

"Keep going and press. And press. And press. Keep working it through."

Piper sighed in frustration, lowering the hand weights to her side. "Uh. I give up. Two weeks, and nothing strengthened but my temper."

Piper put down the weights, lying down on the mat.

Parker picked up the tape box. "Piper, here's the problem. You didn't read the fine print. See, it says right here, 19.95 for the video, and 20 grand for the plastic surgeon."

"Yeah, well, it's worked," Piper told them. "She's the most desired female in America, what every man wants."

"That woman?" Parker asked. "Of course men want her. Men are no different from women. We all want what we can't have, which is why we need to stop thinking about what men want and start thinking about what we want in a man."

Phoebe and Poppy walked in.

"Tons of fun, lots of heat, and no strings attached," Phoebe told them. "That's what I want."

Piper sat up. "I know this may not sound very PC, but I want romance. Long, slow kisses, late night talks, candlelight..."

Poppy smiled. "I love love. I'd take what Prue has in a flat second."

"Hmm, but then you'd have to deal with the family secret, which isn't exactly normal, now, is it?" Prue asked.

"Normal's overrated, and so is love," Parker told them, standing, walking out, leaving.

Prue, Piper, Phoebe and Poppy exchanged a look.

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Police Station

Darryl and Andy were sitting at their desks, facing each other.

"Did you see the coroner's report?" Andy asked.

"Mm-hmm," Darryl answered. "Skye Russell died of massive internal hemorrhaging. Her body literally imploded upon itself."

"Ever seen anything like it before?" Andy asked.

"On jumpers," Darryl answered. "Their bodies were usually found on sidewalks."

"There aren't any signs of external damage consistent with any type of fall," Andy told him. "In fact, there's not a scratch on her.:

"Yeah, well, maybe we were wrong," Darryl told him. "Maybe the body was moved."

"From where?" Andy asked. "How? The front door was locked and bolted, each window had bars on it, none of which had been tampered with in any way. Nobody but she was in that apartment last night. It's not a suicide, Morris. And it's sure not death by natural causes, which leaves only one thing."

Darryl and Andy finished together. "Murder."

Darryl nodded. "I hate when we say that."

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Halliwell Manor - Attic

Phoebe was in the attic, reading from the Book of Shadows.

Parker walked in. "Hey. What are you doing?"

"I, uh, I found this spell," Phoebe told her. "How to attract a lover."

"No, Phoebe, forget it," Parker told her. "We're not casting any spells."

"Come on," Phoebe told her. "There must be more to our powers than warlock wasting. I'm ready to have some fun with our magic."

"No," Parker told her. "No personal gain, remember?"

"How is it personal gain, if we're using our powers to bring happiness to another person?" Phoebe asked. "And in my case lots and lots of happiness." Parker groaned. "Look, I'm not talking about marriage here. We have our 30s to freak out about that. This... this spell is about having a good time."

"Bringing men into our life through a spell?" Parker asked. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't that a little bit desperate?"

Phoebe shook her head. "No. How is asking for what you want being desperate? I say it's not. I say it's empowering. Besides, the Book of Shadows says we could reverse this spell at any time."

Parker looked tempted and interested.

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Kitchen

Phoebe was in the kitchen, cutting up some vegetables.

She heard Poppy's voice. "Phoebe? Parker?"

"Yeah, Poppy, in here," Phoebe called. Poppy, Prue and Piper walked in. "Prue. Piper. You're home." She looked at Prue and Piper. "I thought you had a date with Andy and the night at Quake."

"Uh, no," Piper answered. "Andy had to cancel, and Quake closed early."

"What are you doing?" Poppy asked.

Phoebe looked away. "Hmm."

Parker called from the other room. "Phoebe, I was wrong. The spell calls for cayenne pepper, not black pepper." She walked in to see Poppy, Prue and Piper. "Ooh. Did I say spell? I... I meant recipe. We are so busted, aren't we?"

"I would say yes," Prue answered. "What spell are you casting?"

"I realized today that Phoebe may have stumbled onto something," Parker told them. "Something that actually makes sense."

"Now I'm worried," Prue told them.

"All the spells are in this book for a reason, right?" Phoebe asked. "And I think that this spell could be a harmless opportunity for us to test our powers, you know? Really get a handle on them. I mean, why else would it say we can reverse it at any time? All I want is someone special in my life, and this spell provides that exactly."

Poppy, Prue and Piper looked at them in confusion.

Parker pointed at them. "I can translate."

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Later

Later, when Phoebe and Parker had explained, holding the Book of Shadows and the ingredients for the spell, Prue, Poppy and Piper were sitting at the table.

"You've got to be kidding," Poppy told them.

"We were hoping that at at least one of you would join us," Phoebe told them.

"No," Prue told them. "I have got enough complications in my life."

Piper looked tempted and interested, standing.

"You know where to find us," Parker told them.

Parker, Phoebe and Piper walked out, leaving.

Poppy put her elbow on the table, resting her chin on her hand, watching them go, calling after them. "Be careful what you wish for."

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Attic

Phoebe, Piper and Parker were in the attic, having everything set up on the table to do the spell.

"Okay," Phoebe told them. She looked at Parker. "You go first."

"Okay," Parker told them, taking a piece of paper from Piper.

"Hey," Piper told her. "That's not fair."

"You want a man who is single, smart, employed," Parker told her. "A man who loves sleeping in on Sunday, sunset bike rides." She chuckled. "Cuddling by a roaring fire." Phoebe chuckled. "A man who loves love as much as you do." Phoebe and Parker laughed. "Wow. You are a romantic."

"Yep," Piper agreed. She took the paper from Phoebe. "Your turn. You want the sexy, silent type that finds you driving through town on the back of a Harley at 3:00 in the morning. A man who appreciates scented candles, body oils and Italian sheets."

Piper and Parker laughed.

Phoebe took Parker's paper. "Your turn. You want hunger and lust and danger, and even though you know all this, even though you know he'll never meet your friends, or share a holiday meal with your family, you still can't stay away."

Parker took her paper back. "And he recycles."

"He recycles?" Piper repeated.

"Yeah," Parker answered. "And I think it goes without saying we all want a man who is, well... 'employed'."

"You're seriously twisted," Phoebe told her.

Piper looked at the spell. "This is the spell we have to say?"

"Yeah," Phoebe answered. "We're lucky. If we were men looking for women, the spell requires putting a piece of honey cake in a sweaty armpit for days."

"Ew," Piper told them. "Maybe we can say this."

"Okay," Parker told them.

Phoebe put all of the papers into a bag, putting the bag into the small cauldron on the table.

Smoke started to rise.

The girls started to chant. "I conjure thee, I conjure thee. I am the queen, you are the bee. As I desire, so shall it be." There was a wind starting to blow, blowing out the candles on the table. "I conjure thee, I conjure thee. I am the queen, you are the bee. As I desire, so shall it be."

The wind dissipated.

"You think it worked?" Parker asked.

"I don't know," Piper told them. "The big spells usually require all five of us."

The phone started to ring from downstairs.

The girls smiled. "Ooh."

They stood, walking out of the attic.

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Foyer

Prue and Poppy were in the foyer.

Poppy answered the phone.

"Is it for me?" Phoebe asked. "Is it for me?"

Poppy spoke into the phone. "This is Poppy. Who's this? Um, I'm sorry. Do I know you?"

Berman was on the other line, seeming to be in an office of some kind. "Yeah. We met at Quake. Well, we didn't actually meet. I sent you a glass of chardonnay, and you sent it back. Still, you know, I was wondering, maybe you'd like to go out sometime."

"Oh, um, look, as I told the waitress, I'm just not looking for a relationship," Poppy told him. "How did you get my number, my name?" Berman hung up. "Hello?"

Poppy hung up.

"Who is it?" Prue asked.

"That guy from Quake, who sent me a drink," Poppy answered. 

"What did he want?" Prue asked.

"He asked me out," Poppy answered.

Phoebe walked toward the coat hooks on the wall by the door, grabbing her jacket.

"Um, hello?" Prue asked. "Missy May, where are you going?"

Phoebe pulled on her jacket. "I'm going to Quake. See if my spell worked. Want to join me?"

Piper shook her head. "Pass."

"No, thanks," Parker told her.

"I'll take a bath," Poppy told them.

Phoebe walked out, leaving.

Poppy turned to walk upstairs.

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Bathroom

(Song:) A Ticket to Death - Miss Trip

The bathroom was dark aside from the lit candles around the room.

Poppy had drawn a bubble bath, relaxing in the tub, getting sleepy, her eyelids starting to drift closed.

The scene took on a reddish tint to indicate she was now dreaming in the dream world.

Berman was there, able to walk, in all black, including black gloves. He reached out to touch her face. "Hello, Poppy."

Poppy jumped. "Who the hell--"

"Am I and how did I get in?" Berman finished. "Hmm?"

"I don't care," Poppy told him. "Just get--"

"Out of the bathroom?" Berman finished tauntingly.

Berman and Poppy yelled out. "Parker! Piper! Help! Prue! Phoebe!"

Poppy reached for a towel.

Berman grabbed it. "Scream all you want. No one can help you."

Poppy pulled the towel out of his grip. "How did you--"

"Know what you're thinking?" Berman finished. "Know what you're going to say? I am in your unconscious. I know your every thought and desire."

"Who are you?" Poppy asked.

Berman put a hand on the side of her head. "I'm the man of your dreams."

Poppy jerked back, wrapping the towel around her while still in the tub. "You are not real. You don't exist."

"That's what your grandmother used to say, isn't it?" Berman asked. "Every night, before you went to sleep?"

"You're not real," Poppy told him. "You don't exist."

"As she tucked you in?" Berman asked. "She'd say if you saw any monsters, to tell yourself they weren't real."

Berman picked up a sponge, walking closer.

"You're not real," Poppy told him. "You don't exist."

"They didn't exist?" Berman asked, getting close enough to speak in her ear.

Poppy tried to get away. "I can't move. Why can't I move?"

Berman laughed. "Because I'm going to love you to death."

Berman rubbed the sponge over her back so hard it made her bleed. He pushed Poppy under he water.

(Song Ends)

There was a knock on the bathroom door that brought Poppy to the land of the wake.

Poppy sat up out of the water instantly, terrified and shaking. She started to realize it had only been a dream, trying to calm down.

There was a knock on the door.

Prue opened the door. "Poppy? Are you okay?"

Poppy rubbed a hand over her eye, not touching it to avoid getting soap in it. "Uh... yeah."

"You were screaming," Prue told her.

Poppy shook her head. "Yeah, I had a... I fell asleep. I'm okay now. I promise. Just go back to bed." Prue still seemed concerned, walking out, closing the door. Poppy stood, walking toward the sink, standing in front of the mirror. She held her shoulder in pain. She turned her back to the mirror to see scratch marks from the sponge. "Oh, my God."

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Day Three

Morning - Halliwell Manor - Kitchen

Poppy, Parker, Prue and Piper were talking in the kitchen.

"Do you remember what Grams used to say about nightmares?" Poppy asked.

"She said if we saw any monsters to tell them to go away that they didn't exist," Parker answered. "Always worked, too."

"Yeah, well, not this time," Poppy told them. "He knew about Grams. He knew what she told us. And how did he know that? And what about the marks on my back? They were there, and now they've disappeared. I don't know how, and I don't know why, but they were definitely there." They didn't answer. "You don't believe me."

"No," Piper told her. "I believe you think you saw marks on your back. But I'm watching you down your third cup of coffee, and we're talking about a nightmare you had while you fell asleep in the tub."

"Isn't it possible that exhaustion made you see those marks and not some dream guy?" Prue asked.

"No," Poppy answered. "He was in my dream, and it was real."

"So why didn't you use your powers to help you?" Parker asked.

"I don't know," Poppy told them.

A handsome guy walked in, wearing no shirt. His name was Hans. "Morning."

"Uh, excuse me, but who are you?" Prue asked.

"Who cares?" Parker asked.

Hans opened the fridge, pulling out the milk, drinking it all.

Phoebe walked in. "Hans, I found your T..." She saw her sisters. "Shirt."

"Was it in the hammock, or..." Hans trailed off.

"It doesn't matter," Phoebe told him.

"Thanks," Hans told her.

"Sure," Phoebe told him.

Piper looked at the others, whispering. "Hammock?"

Hans looked at Phoebe. "I got to run."

"Okay," Phoebe told him.

They kissed, pulling away.

"I'll meet you later for lunch," Hans told her.

"Okay," Phoebe told him.

Hans walked out, leaving.

Phoebe looked at her sisters. "Don't worry. We had safe sex. A lot of safe sex."

"Ew," Poppy told them.

Prue chuckled.

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Police Station

Andy put a file down in front of Darryl. "It's all here in the FBI files."

Darryl picked up the files. "Why do you do this to me?"

"Three young women, completely unrelated, except for the fact that they all died the exact same way as the waitress," Andy explained.

"Medical examiner lists them all as jumpers," Darryl told him. "Case closed."

"Look at the crime photos," Andy told him. Darryl did. "All the vics were found locked in their rooms. We got the MO of a serial killer here, Morris."

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Quake

Phoebe, Piper and Parker were talking at Quake.

"Piper, Parker, I'm telling you," Phoebe told them. "The spell worked."

"Shh," Parker told her. "A little louder, Phoebe. I don't think Oakland heard."

"Well, it did," Phoebe told them. "Get this. Hans has never been to Quake, but last night, he's on his way back from his acting classes." Parker laughed. "When... Bam. Flat tire on his motorcycle right across the street from Quake. So, he comes in to use the payphone, and who should he bump into but me, exiting the ladies' room."

"Phoebe, you threw his clothes all over the house," Piper told her. "That's not a spell working. That's hormones."

"No, it's not like that," Phoebe told them. "I really like Hans. He's really cool. And he likes me, too."

Phoebe saw Hans, running up to him. They hugged. Hans spun her around.

Parker watched, smiling a small smile, shaking her head.

Piper walked over to Jack, sitting at a table with his order. "Mr. Manford, here you go. Chicken, rice, and veggies. Just the way you like it."

"Thank you," Jack told her. "And please call me Jack. Has anybody ever told you how truly beautiful you are?"

Piper chuckled in surprise. "Have you been drinking?"

Jack chuckled in amusement. "A sense of humor. I love that." Piper turned to leave. "Wait, Piper, don't go. I don't know why, but I've got to get to know you. Have dinner with me."

Parker was watching, smiling in surprise.

A guy walked up to Parker, his friends standing behind him. "Are your parents terrorists? Because, baby, you're the bomb."

"Jim, Jim, ask her if it hurt when she fell," one of his friends told him. He looked at Parker. "When you fell from Heaven, did it hurt? 'Cause I know an angel when I see one."

Parker chuckled, beckoning the friend closer with a finger to whisper in his ear. "I'm no angel. I'm a witch. But don't tell my sisters I told you."

Parker walked past them, smiling.

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Bucklands - Prue's Office

Prue was talking to Piper on the phone. "So you're not actually thinking of going out with this Jack guy, are you?"

Rex walked in, carrying a box. "Have you finished the, uh, Cromwell miniatures yet?"

"Rex..." Prue trailed off, speaking to Piper over phone. "Hang on a second." She looked at Rex. "No, I'm still cataloging the Rembrandt sketches."

"Oh, well, uh, set them aside," Rex told her. "The, uh, letters of Ernest Hemingway are now first on the block."

Delivery guys brought in lots more boxes of stuff.

Prue spoke to Piper over phone. "I don't believe it. I'm going to be here all night. Piper, let me call you back."

Prue hung up.

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Halliwell Manor - Foyer

Phoebe, Piper and Parker were talking.

Phoebe was tying up her shoes.

Parker was pulling on her jacket.

"Jack stayed through the entire lunch shift," Piper told them. "Talked my ear off, had me laughing at all his stories, and now I'm going to have coffee with him."

"Jim, one of the guys from Quake, somehow convinced me to go on a date at a rave," Parker told them, pulling her hair out from under the collar of her jacket. "And, truthfully, I'm kinda excited about it."

"Good for you," Phoebe told her. "You know, maybe we could all meet back at the house later." She grabbed her jacket. "This has worked out so great, hasn't it?"

Piper nodded. "Yeah." Phoebe laughed, smiling, walking out, leaving. "Great."

Parker walked out, leaving.

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Dream Lab

Andy and Darryl were here.

"So this is a dream lab?" Darryl asked. "They actually pay people to sleep?"

"If you wait here, I'll tell Berman that you would like to speak with him," a lab technician told them, walking away.

"Thank you," Andy told him.

Darryl looked at Andy. "Look, just because Berman dated the first victim..."

"Julie Garikson," Andy told him.

"Doesn't make him a killer," Darryl told him.

"But it's a great place to start," Andy replied. "It's our only place to start."

They walked into the lab.

"What do you know about this place anyway?" Darryl asked.

"It's a privately funded research facility, and Julie Garikson worked here, too," Andy answered. "She and Berman teamed together on some kind of experimental project."

Berman arrived outside the room in his wheelchair. "Hello, Inspectors. How may I help you?"

They walked along.

"You Whitaker Berman?" Darryl asked.

"Yes," Berman answered. "What's this about?"

"We're conducting an investigation and would like to ask you a few questions," Darryl answered.

"Regarding?" Berman asked.

"Do you know this woman?" Andy asked, showing him a photo.

"That's Julie Garikson," Berman answered. "She was my girlfriend. I was heartbroken when she... forgive me. It's just very hard. I still miss her."

"Another woman died just like her the other night," Andy explained. "A waitress. Crushed to death in her sleep."

"Are you kidding?" Berman asked.

"No," Darryl answered.

"That--that's awful," Berman told them.

"Mr. Berman, can you tell us your whereabouts night before last?" Andy asked.

"I was here in the lab asleep," Berman answered. "I left in the morning."

"Any witnesses who can confirm that?" Darryl asked.

"A nights worth of day, two scientists and a lab technician," Berman answered. "Shall I have them paged?"

"No, that's okay, Mr. Berman," Darryl answered. "Sorry we disturbed you. Thank you for your time."

Darryl and Andy walked away.

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Quake

(Song:) Dream Baby Dream - Wade Hubbard

Piper was having dinner with Jack. "What else can I tell you? Um, when I get stressed, I get hives... in very strange places. Which is nothing compared to what happens when I panic, believe me."

"Your honesty is so refreshing," Jack told her.

"Ah, well, it helps keep my ulcer under control," Piper told him.

"It's the 90s," Jack pointed out. "I mean, is there anyone who doesn't have one?"

"Would you like to see my tattoo?" Piper asked.

"Would you like to see mine?" Jack replied.

Piper smiled. "Uh, is there nothing I can say to turn you off?"

"There really isn't," Jack answered. "Which is kind of strange, actually."

Piper shook her head. "Not really. Jack, you're under a..." Jack kissed Piper. "Spell."

Piper saw a guy sitting behind Jack, smiling and giving her the eye, seeing another guy standing near by holding a glass of wine and winking at her. She laughed nervously, looking behind her, seeing another guy sitting at a table holding a white rose.

The guy with the white rose winked at Piper. "Hey, there."

Piper turned to Jack, letting out a freaked out laugh.

(Song Ends)

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Dream Lab

Lab technicians were helping Berman into a chair.

"Give me 30 CC's of Vandereen," Berman instructed.

"30 CC's?" the technician asked. "That's twice..."

"I'll be in REM sleep quicker and longer," Berman pointed out. "Set the dream inducement system, the level 12."

"We haven't got the results back from level eight," technician told him.

"This is my dream," Berman told them. "My experiment. Set the machine and give me the shot."

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Halliwell Mansion - Poppy's Room

Poppy was in her room, watching TV. She was exhausted, trying to stay awake. She set an alarm on her alarm clock in case she fell asleep so that it would wake her up before Berman could hurt her again. When she set the alarm, she noticed a sharp, metal nail filer on the nightstand, picking it up, fiddling with it, hoping that maybe if she had it if she fell asleep, that she would also have it with her in the dream for protection, struggling to stay awake. She eventually fell asleep. 

Berman appeared once again in her dreams. "Hello, Poppy. We meet again." Poppy jumped, looking at him. She looked around. "All that effort, trying to stay awake. It made you all the more tired. You fell asleep watching TV."

Poppy tried to stand from the bed, but he blocked her way. "Someone help!"

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Rooftop

(Song:) A Ticket to Death - Miss Trip

Poppy's room transformed to a building rooftop. 

The sky was filled with bluish gray clouds.

There was red smoke over the rooftop.

Poppy was still on her bed, trying to get up, but she was stuck.

"You can't move, can you?" Berman asked, circling around her. "Don't you want to know why? Because I don't want you to. You're powerless, Poppy."

"Go to hell," Poppy told him.

"I, on the other hand, am the all powerful," Berman told her. "If you don't want to talk to me, that's fine. There's always Piper, Phoebe, Prue, Parker, or any number of young, single women out there. It's an endless pool for the dream sorcerer."

Poppy was scared about what he might have done to others. "No, wait. I'll stay."

"It's too late," Berman told her. "You're falling asleep."

Poppy shook her head. "No. I'm fine. I'm awake."

"Shall I sing you a lullaby?" Berman asked, stroking Poppy's cheek.

Poppy turned her head away. "I don't think so."

Poppy kicked Berman in the crotch, stabbing him with a nail filer that she had fallen asleep with in her hand, making him scream in pain.

Berman was very angry now. "Goodnight, Poppy."

Berman started to pull her to the edge of the rooftop.

"No!" Poppy told him.

She could hear an alarm start to blare.

(Song Ends)

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Reality

Halliwell Manor - Poppy's Room

Poppy woke up in her room, alone, breathing heavily. She reached over the alarm on the nightstand, turning it off. She sat up, looking at the nail filer in her hand, seeing that the tip of the filer was stained with blood from when she had stabbed Berman, gasping in shock, dropping the filer, trying to catch her breath.

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Police Station

Andy was sitting at his desk.

Darryl was pacing. "The man is in a wheelchair. He's got no motive, and he's got an alibi, so tell me again why you think Berman is our suspect."

"Dream leaping," Andy answered.

"Dream leaping?" Darryl repeated.

"That's what Berman's researching at the lab," Andy explained. "Dream leaping. The ability to project himself into someone else's dreams."

"Into women's dreams and killing them?" Darryl asked skeptically. "Now who's dreaming?"

Andy shook his head. "Not just any women. Women who reject him. Just like Julie Garikson did. She broke up with him when they were driving somewhere. He got into an accident. That's why he's paralyzed. It's on there in the police report." He stood, grabbing his coat. "The day after he went back to work at the lab, Julie Garikson died suspiciously. Six months later, two more women died in their sleep. Crushed to death. Coincidence? You tell me."

Darryl knew he was right. "Love to. Can't. Let's go."

They left.

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Halliwell Manor - Foyer

Parker walked in through the front door. "I'm home!"

Parker walked down the foyer, noticing bunches of flowers everywhere. She saw an open box of chocolates, taking out. 

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Kitchen

Parker walked into the kitchen.

More flowers were here.

Piper and Phoebe were sitting at the table, drinking coffee.

"You're home early," Parker told them.

"Yeah, so are you," Piper told her. 

"What's with all the flowers?" Parker asked. "You guys fighting with Jack or Hans already?"

"I wish," Phoebe told her. "The flowers were all waiting on the doorstep when we got here. They're from men we barely know, and men we'e never met. All the flowers in here are for you."

Parker sat next to them. "Oh, well, I know they're not from Jim."

"What happened?" Piper asked.

"He wouldn't leave me alone all right," Parker answered. "He kept touching me. And practically every guy at the rave was hitting on me. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I ditched Jim and left him at the party. So, how were your dates?"

"Perfect," Piper answered. "Everything was perfect. Even my faults were perfect."

"And this is a bad thing?" Phoebe asked.

"It wasn't real," Piper told them. "Everything he said, everything he felt, it was because of the spell, not because of me."

"Piper, you don't know that," Phoebe told her. "Maybe he meant every word. Maybe if it wasn't for the spell, he would've never had a chance to feel those things. Let alone say them."

"No, Phoebe," Piper told her. "Love is a magic between two people that cannot be explained and cannot be conjured. What we did, it's just... it's not right."

Kit jumped onto the table.

"Hmm," Parker told them. "Even our poor cat's in hell." Cats were outside, trying to get in through the window. "Go away, horny tom cats."

"Let's reverse the spell," Piper told them.

Phoebe and Parker nodded.

Poppy walked in, getting more coffee, drinking, looking exhausted, but refusing to go asleep.

"Poppy?" Parker asked. "You'll be glad to know that Piper, Phoebe and I are reversing the spell. Where's Prue?"

"Still at Buckland's," Poppy answered. "She called earlier. Said she'll be home soon."

"What's wrong?" Phoebe asked.

"I fell asleep, and that man from my dream, he tried to kill me again," Poppy answered.

"What?" Parker asked.

"Yeah," Poppy answered. "I don't understand why. All I know is, I'm only safe if I stay awake. If I fall asleep, I'm dead."

"Well, stay here," Piper told her. "We'll go up and look in the Book of Shadows and see if we can find anything on this guy."

Poppy shook her head. "No. I don't want to stay here another minute. I gotta stay awake, and to do that, I gotta stay moving."

Parker stood. "Poppy, you can't go driving like this."

"I'm not," Poppy told them. "I'm just gonna go for a walk. But, please, look for this guy in the Book. He calls himself a Dream Sorcerer."

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Attic

Phoebe, Parker and Piper were in the attic, looking through the Book of Shadows.

"Nothing?" Phoebe asked.

"Nada," Parker answered.

"There's got to be something," Phoebe told them

"I'm telling you, there's no Dream Sorcerer stuff anywhere," Parker told them.

"That's impossible," Piper told them. "The Book of Shadows has never let us down."

"Well, maybe he's not a demon," Parker told them. "Maybe he's a mortal."

"Then he's got one hell of a power," Phoebe told them.

"You're not kidding," Parker told her.

"Demon, mortal, there's got to be some way to stop him," Piper told them. "We gotta find Poppy, get her back here and make sure she does not fall asleep."

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Foyer

Parker, Phoebe and Parker walked quickly downstairs toward the door, stopping at the phone.

"Wait, tell me that Poppy took her phone with her," Piper told them. "We have to call her and get her back here."

"Wait, what are you going to tell her?" Phoebe asked. "That we can't help her? That she can never go to sleep?"

Parker ignored her, calling Poppy. "Come on, answer the phone."

Poppy was walking down the street, hearing her phone ring, taking it out, answering. "Hello? Parker? Did you, Piper and Phoebe find anything?"

"No, we didn't," Piper answered. "But don't worry. You're not in this alone. Parker, Phoebe and I will help you."

"How can you help me when you don't even know what he is?" Poppy asked.

"The most important thing right now is for you to get home safely," Phoebe told her.

Poppy sighed, exhausted. "Yeah. Okay, um, look, just keep talking. Don't let me fall asleep."

Parker looked at them in concern. "She sounds exhausted."

Phoebe took the phone. "Okay, Poppy, just start running. Keep the blood flowing and get back here as soon as you can. What's that song we always used to sing when we were little?"

"The road trip song?" Piper asked.

"Yeah," Parker agreed. "Let's sing that."

"Did you hear that, Poppy?" Phoebe asked.

"Yeah," Poppy answered. "Okay."

"Okay, don't worry," Parker told her. "Everything's going to be fine. Nothing is going to happen."

Jim was outside, knocking on the door, sounding angrily. "Parker!"

"Jim?" Parker asked.

"Let me in," Jim told her. "I have to see you."

"Go away," Parker told him. Jim broke open the door. "Are you crazy? What are you doing?"

Poppy heard the noise while she was walking, worried. "Parker? Piper? Phoebe?"

"You left me," Jim told her. "How could you leave me?"

"Jim, please," Parker told him.

"Ever since I met you, I can't do anything," Jim told her. "Eat, drink, sleep. All I can't do is think about you. What have you done to me?"

Poppy was slowing as she was walking, getting weaker as she was trying not to fall asleep while walking. "Parker. Piper. Phoebe."

She heard Berman's voice. "Time is now, Poppy. We're almost there."

Poppy snapped out of it. "Parker! Piper! Phoebe! Where are you?"

Jim picked up a vase of flowers, throwing it toward them.

Piper froze the entire room before it could hit them. She looked at Parker. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Parker answered.

Phoebe remembered what was happening. "Poppy."

They ran back to the phone. Poppy was trying not to fall asleep again, dropping the phone.

Piper picked up the phone. "Poppy? Poppy! She's not there."

On the street, it seemed that Poppy could barely stay awake, starting to seem like she was sleep walking.

Berman appeared next to her. "Say goodnight, Poppy."

Berman started to laugh.

In the manor, Phoebe was freaking out. "She's not answering."

The three sisters ran out of the house to go look for Poppy.

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Street

Poppy tried to stay awake, losing, walking out into the road without being aware of what she was doing.

A car drove toward her, unable to stop in time, blaring its horn, waking her, but not in enough time to do something before it ran her over.

Poppy fell to the ground, unconscious, her head bleeding.

The couple in the car were panicking, the man driving away, leaving Poppy in the middle of the road.

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Hospital - Emergency Room

The doctors pushed Poppy into the hospital on a stretcher.

A doctor ran up, looking at the paramedic. "What have you got?"

"I've got an 18 year old female, hit and run," the paramedic answered. "BPA over 44.10. Pulse 110. Unconscious at the scene."

"Pupils are responsive," the doctor told them. "Miss Halliwell, hang in there."

Poppy whispered weakly to herself. "Must stay awake. Must stay away."

The doctor ran into a room, giving orders to a male nurse as they brought Poppy inside. "Where's X-ray? I want a c-spine now, and have CT prep for us."

"You want a CVC and and MLP?" the nurse asked.

"Yes," the doctor answered. "Okay. Ready. 1, 2, 3."

They moved Poppy from the stretcher to the hospital bed, hooking her up to machines, giving her IVs. 

"Resps are down to 35," Doctor 2 told them. "Pulse-ox is falling."

"It can't be," Doctor 1 told them. "Give me 500 mics of dopamine, and get ready to intubate. Stay with us, Miss Halliwell. Damn. She's unconscious."

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Dream - Building Rooftop

(Song:) A Ticket to Death - Miss Trip

The room transformed into the dream building rooftop.

Poppy looked around in confusion. "How did I get here? I'm not--"

Berman was standing over her, smirking. "Asleep? Actually, you're unconscious. You were sleepwalking in the street. A car ran you over and didn't even bother to stop long enough to see if you were alive. Terrible, terrible thing. You hurt me last night. And not just my feelings." 

Poppy tried to make a call on her cellphone. "Suffer."

Berman took the phone from her. "We're definitely out of range." He picked up a glass of chardonnay. "Want a little wine with your death?"

Poppy hit the glass out of his hand to the rooftop, making it shatter.

Berman pushed Poppy in her stretcher, laughing evilly.

Poppy screamed.

(Song Ends)

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Reality

Night - Dream Lab

Andy and Darryl were here.

"Mr. Berman insists that he's not to be disturbed during his experiments," the technician told them.

"I don't care," Andy told him. "We want to talk to him. Just wake him up."

"It's not gonna be easy," the technician explained. "He's highly sedated."

"Just get to work," Andy told him.

The technician walked into the lab.

Darryl looked at Andy. "I hope you're right about this."

Andy nodded. "I know I am. Question now isn't if Berman is gonna kill again, but who?"

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Poppy's Dream

Building Rooftop

Poppy now was in a beautiful sequin black dress that reached to her ankles, strapless.

"Do you like the dress? " Berman asked.

"I've worn better," Poppy told him.

Berman smirked. "Hmm, yeah."

Even though Poppy tried to struggle, Berman picked Poppy off the bed, holding her in his arms, placing her down.

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Reality

Night - Hospital - Waiting Room

Piper, Phoebe, Prue and Parker were in the hospital reception, talking to Doctor 2.

"Excuse me," Piper told him.

"May I help you?" Doctor 2 asked.

"You called us a little while ago," Prue told him. "Ah, our sister is here."

Piper nodded. "Poppy Halliwell."

Doctor 2 looked at some files. "Oh, your sister's still in trauma one."

"Is she okay?" Parker asked.

"Well, if you go down to the waiting room, a doctor will be right with you," Doctor 2 told them.

"Okay, thank you," Phoebe told him.

Doctor 2 walked away, leaving.

The sisters pretended to walk into the waiting room, looking around to make sure no one was looking, running down to trauma one.

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Dream Lab

Andy was knocking on the glass. "Mr. Berman! Mr. Berman, wake up!" He looked at the technician. "I don't care what it takes, just wake him up." He continued to bang on the glass. "Mr. Berman, wake up!"

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Prue's Dream

Building Rooftop

Berman had Poppy facing away from him, pulling her hair aside to kiss her on the neck.

They could hear Andy's voice. "Mr. Berman, wake up! Wake up, Mr. Berman!"

Poppy looked around in confusion. "Andy?"

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Reality

Night - Hospital - Poppy's Room

Phoebe, Piper, Prue and Parker were standing on either side of Poppy's hospital bed.

"We're here, Poppy, right beside you," Piper told her.

"Can you hear us?" Phoebe asked.

Parker took Poppy's hand in hers.

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Poppy's Dream

Building Rooftop

Berman and Poppy could hear them.

Prue: (voice over) "Poppy?"

Poppy looked up to the sky.  "Prue. Parker."

Parker: (voice over) "Poppy?"

"They can't help you," Berman told her. "You're mine now."

Berman picked Poppy up, spinning her around.

Poppy desperately yearned for her sisters. "Piper. Phoebe."

Phoebe: (voice over) "Poppy, come on."

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Reality

Night - Hospital - Poppy's Room

The other sisters were still at her bedside.

Parker looked at them. "I'm scared."

"I know," Phoebe told her. "Me, too."

"What do we do?" Piper asked.

"We don't let her give up," Prue answered. She looked at the unconscious Poppy. "Poppy, listen to me. You've got to fight with this guy."

"Don't leave us," Phoebe told her.

"You can do it," Piper told her.

"We need you," Parker told her.

"Use your power, Poppy," Prue told her.

Parker still held Poppy's hand. "Come back to us."

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Poppy's Dream

Building Rooftop

(Song: A Ticket to Death - Miss Trip

Prue: (voice over) "Use your power."

Phoebe: (voice over) "You can do it, Poppy."

Piper: (voice over) "Come back to us."

Parker: (voice over) "We need you."

Berman turned Poppy to face him. "You're powerless."

Phoebe: (voice over) "Poppy, you can do it."

Piper: (voice over) "You're strong enough."

Berman picked Poppy up, spinning her around.

Prue: (voice over) "Use your power against him."

Parker: (voice over) "Don't leave us."

Berman placed Poppy on the rooftop edge. 

Poppy looked down to see a 20-story drop, terrified.

Phoebe: (voice over) "You can do it."

Prue: (voice over) "Use your power!"

Berman smirked, brushing back Poppy's hair. "Shall I say goodnight? Hmm?"

Berman kissed Poppy on the head.

Poppy looked up at him. "No. Let me. Goodnight."

Poppy closed her eyes, hearing a swirl of her sisters' voices that gave her the courage and the strength to fight back. She concentrated extremely hard.

Wind started to blow through the skies at an immense speed and force.

Thunder crashed.

Lightning flashed.

It started to pour rain.

Berman looked around in shock, in disbelief.

The rain started to drench them both.

Poppy opened her eyes, looking up at Berman coldly.

A lightning strike hit Berman, making him scream in pain. 

Berman fell over the railing of the building, falling 20 stories to the ground below.

(Song Ends)

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Reality

Night - Dream Lab

Berman was screaming in his sleep, stopping, finally dying.

"I don't believe it," Andy mused. "He's dead."

Darryl was in shock. "I will never doubt you again."

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Hospital - Poppy's Room

Poppy woke up in the hospital with her sisters.

"Poppy?" Parker asked.

"Are you okay?" Phoebe asked.

"Yeah, I'm okay," Poppy answered.

"What about the..." Piper trailed off.

"He's gone," Poppy answered.

The sisters looked at each other for a long moment.

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Day Four

Morning - Hospital - Poppy's Room

Poppy was lying in bed, seeming better.

Piper, Phoebe, Parker and Prue walked in, bringing bunches and bunches of flowers inside.

"Knock, knock," Parker told her.

"Please tell me you guys are here to pick me up," Poppy told them.

"Uh, no," Prue answered. "Dr. Black said one more day. Just to be sure."

"Yeah, and you know, it wouldn't kill you to get some rest," Phoebe told her, realizing what she had just said, covering her mouth, gasping. "Oh."

"Phoebe, it's okay," Poppy told her. "Thanks for the flowers."

"Yeah," Piper told her.

They laughed.

"What's going on?" Poppy asked.

"Oh, long story, not very interesting," Piper told her.

"It has everything to do with their lust spell," Prue told her. "They reversed it last night."

"Piper called Jack," Parker told her.

"The guy that you had dinner with?" Poppy asked.

Piper nodded. "And he didn't remember anything. "And Phoebe called Hans..."

"And he didn't remember anything," Phoebe told her. "And Parker called Jim..."

"And he didn't remember anything," Parker told her.

"So, don't worry," Prue told her. "Everything is back to normal."

"Good," Poppy told them. "Whatever normal means in our world."

Prue gave Poppy a single red rose. Poppy brought the rose to her nose to smell, smiling. The sisters looked at each other, smiling small smiles, embracing.