"Yes Mr. Tipton, I've decided to call off the deal." Carlisle grinned into his cell phone as his limbo began to take off. "That daughter of yours is a natural. She helped me realize what a mistake I was making before it was too late."

"That's my little girl." Mr. Tipton's voice was a little garbled due to the fact that he was currently thousands of feet above the air in his private jet, but his pride in his daughter was easily distinguished. "So can we expect to see you in Barbados? 'Cause I got to tell you, I feel like a million bucks. It's almost like some dark cloud's been lifted from over me."

"Oh, you can count on me to be there." Carlisle grinned wider, knowing exactly how Mr. Tipton was feeling.

The Tipton had been beautifully restored in a matter of days thanks to London's efforts. The young heiress had been taking on more responsibility than either Moseby or Maddie thought her capable of, and they were elated to help.

Not much magical cover was needed since the guests were all given the impression that the evacuation had been because of a bomb threat. The mortals who had been involved simply wished to forget the whole thing, and were more than willing to keep their lips sealed.

Indeed the only remaining evidence that there had been a battle at all was the heavy security that had been placed for the basement where the Nexus remained sealed by London's sword, still driven half its length into the cement floor. The revolving doors had been temporarily replaced with a set of beautiful set of Victorian styled double doors, but after seeing how lovely they looked on the front of the hotel, London decided to keep them.

The guests had never seemed happier as they checked back in. However at that moment in the nearly vacant lobby, a much sadder gathering was taking place. The week following the final battle had been filled with joy, laughter, and (much to the Charmed Ones' surprise) some actual vacation time. But now the time had come for the Martins and the Halliwells to say goodbye.

"Well, I guess this is it." Paige declared, having to wipe a tear away from her eye. "You guys take care of yourselves."

"Yeah." Zack replied, clearing his throat. "You too."

"Promise you'll keep me posted." Phoebe smiled, refusing to cry. "I want be kept up to date on everything; powers, school, dating—"

"Phoebe," Piper interjected, "give it a rest."

Leo knuckled Max in the chin playfully. "Take good care of them Max."

"Don't worry." Max quirked a smile. "I'll keep 'em on a tight leash."

Carey took turns hugging each sister tightly. "Now you call us as soon as you get back to San Francisco…and again when you get home. And don't be afraid to orb in whenever."

"Likewise." Piper replied. Then she bent down to be eye-level with the twins (not too difficult considering her height). "Alright guys, take it slow on the demon hunting for awhile. No vanquishing on school nights, no all nighters, don't forget to start your own Book of Shadows, and make sure your mom always knows where you are."

"Okay." They both agreed as Piper took them both in her arms and kissed them on the cheek.

"Maybe we'll take our vacation in San Francisco." Cody sniffed. "You know… to visit Wyatt."

"Come over any time." Piper smiled that warm maternal smile. "Don't forget, you're family now."

"Maybe you can teach me some of your recipes." Cody suggested.

"And maybe you," Phoebe ran her fingers through Zack's hair, "can make good on your promise to take me to the movies."

Zack grinned mischievously. "It's cool with me sweet thang."

She chuckled. She was unable to forget the things she had seen that week in her premonitions; what the future held for the two boys she had grown to love. She saw hardship, struggle, and heartache. But she had also seen joy, friendship, love and bonding above and beyond the possible. They were survivors, just like her and her sisters.

"Alright." Piper stood back up. "We'd better get going if we're gonna make that flight." She reminded them, wiping a few stray tears from her face.

"Take care." Cody said again.

"You too."

Carey went to the elevator, knowing she'd start blubbering if she stayed a moment longer. "I'll see you upstairs for dinner boys."

"Okay Mom." Zack called back as he and his brother, with Max at his side watched the sisters and Leo file into a cab bound for the airport. When it finally pulled away, something across the street caught their attention.

A tall woman in a black trench-coat and knee-high boots, with long raven hair and mocha skin was standing on the opposite sidewalk. She stared back at the young witches with her violet eyes and waved to them elegantly with her slim fingers, her fire-colored birthmark barely visible on her palm. A Greyhound bus passed between them, blocking their view for only an instant. When it passed she was gone, but they could swear they saw a shadow slither over the hedge and out of sight.

"Let's just get back to the suite." Max decided.

"Good idea." Zack agreed. "Cody?"

"I'm coming." Cody replied, not taking his eyes off the place where the woman had just been standing. Then with a wave of his hand, the new double doors of the Tipton swung gently shut.