[Phoebe hadn't even noticed her sister coming - until she was pulled into a hug. Her NV went flying, landing somewhere beneath the bench as Phoebe almost sagged into Prue's arms. Seeing her big sister again - being able to touch her - just reminded Phoebe of when she had been restrained; when they could only offer glances of commiseration and apology. It brings back the memory of being burned alive - of the pain and the humiliation - the knowledge that she murdered someone in the future. She's almost crying, sort of making gasping sounds, but her eyes are dry.]

I didn't think I'd see you again.