Prue walked along Stockton Street, heading down from the main centre of Chinatown towards Washington Square. The near silence was eerie, and as she stepped carefully over the rubble (she really did need to wear better shoes for demon fighting), she realised that it wasn't just heavy fog and rain clouds in the air.
The light rain brought with it a gray sludge - the realisation it was ash starting to sink in. How long had she been out of it? Reaching back, she felt a massive lump on the back of her head, and she called out for Leo yet again. Where the hell was he? Of course, she wasn't thinking clearly about the fact she was out in the open, and calling out for a whitelighter. People seemed far too absorbed in the destruction of the earthquake to probably even care if they spotted a little magic.
There was a familiar soft jingling sound and Prue turned gratefully. But it wasn't Leo, and she was confused when she saw another whitelighter. He was looking at her oddly, and Prue figured she was probably staring too. Since when had whitelighters looked this cute, or this young, for that matter?
Piper had her whitelighter - were the Elders trying to torture them all with attractive whitelighters? But there was something about the way he looked that reminded her of her sister.
She shook her head. "No, no, no demon. At least I don't think there is. I'm sure we must have vanquished it..." Her words were spoken more to herself, as she started to piece together bits of memory. There was something about a vanquish, and some big demon they had to get rid of.
But the memory was gone as quickly as it came. When he offered a name, Prue smiled. "I'm sorry, what?" The rest of what he said made no sense whatsoever. But her ears were ringing so she could have misheard. "I thought you just said Leo was your father. Best not let Piper hear that - I'm sure she doesn't need to know what her husband got up to before they married." She always suspected Leo wasn't as squeaky clean as he made out.
When he asked her name, she looked up into his bright green eyes. Surely if he answered her call, he'd know who she was. Not that she bignoted herself, but everyone seemed to know who the Charmed Ones were. "Well I guess there's a bit of an information blackspot. I'm Prue. Prue Halliwell."
"I don't suppose you can give me a lift back to the Manor? I want to make sure Piper and Phoebe are okay." Seeing the devastation around her, she realised this was a pretty big earthquake. It looked even worse than the one in '89. She saw the strange look he gave her, and then she worried. "I mean, the manor is okay, isn't it?" Fear ran through her and she remembered how the place had been rebuilt after the 1906 quake.