"I see..." Makoto sits on Usagi's chair. "So, when she disappeared, she was the Princess."

Chibi-Luna nods from her seat on Usagi's bed. "There's no mistaking it," she says.

"What about the harp sound you heard, Luna?" asks Ami.

"The Princess may have been playing it," she replies.

"A harp, huh?" muses Makoto, "She really does seem different from Usagi, doesn't she."

"Anyway, if we hear the harp one more time," says Luna, "we have to try and find her."

"But, who's going to take care of things here?" asks Ami.

The three scramble together for a game of rock paper scissors…Mako loses.

Ikuko opens the door. "Usagi! I'm leaving the house to you! I'll be out till night!"

A very tall odango-haired girl is stretching, facing away from Ikuko. "Yes!" replies Makoto in a muffled voice.

"Huh?" asks Ikuko, "What's with that voice?"

Makoto pauses. She has one hand pinching her nose. "I just caught a bit of a cold," she says and coughs a couple times. She glances over to where Luna is hiding behind Usagi's pillow.

"Mako-chan! Mako-chan!" whispers Luna, "This! This! This!" she holds up a sign that says "More like Usagi!"

Makoto pinches her nose again and tries one more time, more excitedly, "I caught a cold! Yay! Yay!" She prances around awkwardly.

"Yay?" asks Ikuko, "Go to sleep!" She forces Makoto into bed and tucks her in. Turning to go, she comments. "It's getting worse! I'm seeing Usagi as big!" Makoto looks up in fright. "A stigmatism?" asks Ikuko, horrified.

She rushes out and Makoto and Luna both sigh in relief.

Ami runs around the city, calling for Usagi.

"Master," Zoisite says, approaching Mamoru, "it's not necessary for you to be here for our sakes. Leave immediately!"

"If I had intended to abandon you," Mamoru replies, his gaze sliding from Zoisite to Kunzite, "I wouldn't have obeyed Beryl from the start."

Kunzite averts his gaze while Jadeite continues his steady glare. "Master," Zoisite says gratefully.

"Are you saying we should be grateful for your compassion?" asks Kunzite mockingly, approaching Mamoru.

"Kunzite," Zoisite intones warningly, taking a step towards him. "I don't intend to feel grateful," Kunzite goes on.

"I didn't intend to do you a favor, either!" shoots back Mamoru, "You wanted to take your revenge on me, didn't you?" He walks past Kunzite, "I betrayed you all, and the world was destroyed...what does it mean?"

Kunzite glances at Mamoru out of the corner of his eyes. "When you know, what will you do?" he asks.

"Who knows?" says Mamoru, "I could be silent and let you cut me down," he turns and faces Kunzite, "or perhaps it will be the opposite?"

Kunzite whirls and briefly, his lips curl into a smile. "I see," he says, "You're different from before." He draws his sword. "If that's the case, be silent and let me cut you down!"

He motions with his sword and Zoisite steps forward to interfere. "Stop it!"