[When Sam called her asking for help, it was a no-brainer. Of course she was gonna help him. Of course. Everything from the pleading note in his voice to that impossible sincerity that she couldn't possibly stay cold to pulled her into the "yes" she gave him. He had to remember what he did, who he was, because keeping away from him was killing her, and she needed the chance to hold this against him and work past it properly like normal people.
After agreeing, it was almost easy. Prue was glad to have a purpose again; she spent days combing the island for the very best in magical supplies, talking to the very best people and putting together a ritual she was dead sure would work. She spared no expense, and in one case spent so much money on a rare Central African herb that she pretty much condemned herself to eating Ramen and cardboard for a month, but it was worth it. She wouldn't risk Sam by using anything less.
A week and a half later, she stood in front of his apartment, ringing the bell. She hadn't seen him in weeks. This was it.]
March 9, wall coming down, Sam & Prue
After agreeing, it was almost easy. Prue was glad to have a purpose again; she spent days combing the island for the very best in magical supplies, talking to the very best people and putting together a ritual she was dead sure would work. She spared no expense, and in one case spent so much money on a rare Central African herb that she pretty much condemned herself to eating Ramen and cardboard for a month, but it was worth it. She wouldn't risk Sam by using anything less.
A week and a half later, she stood in front of his apartment, ringing the bell. She hadn't seen him in weeks. This was it.]