She was halfway between 30th and 20th Century Tokyo, amidst the ever-flowing timeline when she felt the surreptitious tug of an unknown force pulling her in a completely different direction. It felt a little like a vacuum. Chibiusa couldn't control it; couldn't gather her bearings and before she knew it she was
falling, falling, f a l l i n g
weightlessly through a void, until her vision unexpectedly floods with light and she hits the ground hard. The last thing that rings through her senses is the sound of a chair scraping against the floor as its pushed back and the shouts of surprised, unfamiliar voices.
Then everything fades to black.














