Prue's darkroom. She places a couple of sheets of exposed photo stock into trays of developer, then starts the timer. As the images emerge, though, she notices something strange. Someone has apparently been using her camera to photograph her. As she leans in for a closer inspection of the images, a figure leaps from the shadows behind her and slams her face into a tray of developer. Blinded, Prue gropes about in front of her. Cut to a blurry Prue POV, then fade to black.
Manor kitchen, the following morning. Piper makes "meeting tonight's product-placed band" noises, and asks Phoebe if she can give her a ride. Phoebe's distracted by the "loose ends" that remain -- specifically, the non-demonic details of broken mirrors, stolen personal items, blasting air conditioning, and maggoty roses. She has a lingering suspicion Darryl is right about the stalker, but Piper tries to calm her, noting that Darryl has Sean's information, and Darryl will take care of things from here. Piper then wonders if Phoebe's seen Prue. Phoebe replies that Prue's bed has been made and her car is gone, but that it's entirely too early for Prue to be at 415's offices. Phoebe grabs the cordless to call Prue. We get a couple of shots of Prue's cellular buzzing around on a table, until it's snatched up by a disembodied hand. A woman pretending to be Prue tells Phoebe everything's fine, as we glimpse Prue, lashed to a chair and unconscious in a darkened room. Phoebe tells the impostor they have a bad connection, and we cut to reveal Abbey babbling into the cellular. Didn't see that coming, did we? Oh yeah, we did, way back in that dissolve from StalkerCam to Abbey at the bar. Abbey cuts the call short and paces back and forth, looking above her. Piper and Phoebe leave, as Abbey listens from the cellar below. Once she's certain they've left, she arouses the still-blinded Prue, telling her the two are alone now.
Okay, kids: psychosis time, Single White Female flavor. Abbey's been Prue's true stalker all along, envying as she has Prue's cool professionalism, successful stature in the community, and popularity with the boys. Not to mention Prue's irresistible Paisley Tit Sling of Poor Taste, which Abbey straps herself into during her rant. She is a sicko, isn't she? More babbling in this vein as Prue surreptitiously TKs loose the rope binding her hands. Abbey's going to assume Prue's identity after she plugs Prue full of bullets, but wants to know one thing first: how did Prue throw her through the window during her earlier visit two nights ago? (Actually, Abbey asks how Prue threw her through "the door" "last night." I'd send a letter of complaint, but I know they don't have a continuity editor, and if they did, that person would just tell me that Jennifer Abbey Leigh here no longer has a grip on reality, much less the proper time frame for this episode. See the "Logic Leaps" section of DawsonsCreek.com for an example of this, then down a shot of the liquor of your choice.) Prue responds with "like this," and forcefully TKs Hedra into a set of shelves. Freeing her hands, Prue TKs more storage tchotchkes in Hedra's direction and gropes her way up the staircase.