The strong youma from before is prowling around in the city. It hops down to a street, where pair of policemen is riding by on bikes. The first collapses and the second runs to his aid. "Hey! What's wrong?" he asks, shaking his colleague and slapping him on the face. "What's wrong? Hey!"

Motoki drops food down to Kamikichi. "Kamikichi!" he says, "Eat this, and it'll give you stamina! Kame Max!" He drops another pellet of Kame Max down to Kamikichi. "You're well today, aren't you?" he tells his pet, and then with a pained look, turns around to Nephrite, who's on his knees, mopping the floor with none of his usual zest. "And he's not well!" With a sigh, Motoki kneels over next to Nephrite. "Nephkichi!" he calls, trying to rile Nephrite back into his usual humor (or lack thereof). With no response, Motoki tries again. "Nephrin!" he calls, waving his hands in front of Nephrite's face. "What's wrong with you?" he asks. "You're acting strangely!"

Nephrite stands and Motoki does too.

"Are you not feeling well?" he asks.

"I've grown tired of my unsightliness," Nephrite responds soberly, "That's all." He starts to walk away, but just then Ami greets them.

"Hello!" she says brightly.

Motoki immediately bids her welcome, and Nephrite pauses and turns to look at her.

Ami notices this and the smile fades from her face.

Ami walks into the hideout and with one look, is rushing down the stairs. "What are you doing?" she asks.

There are heaters arranged around the room. Rei and Luna are literally cooling their heels in a bucket of water, eating shave ice and fanning themselves. Usagi is on the couch at the center of all the heaters and is bundled up in the thickest winter wear.

"It's training to endure not using the power of the Illusionary Silver Crystal," explains Makoto, furiously fanning herself with two fans, green shave ice in the other hand.

"Huh?" asks Ami, walking around behind Usagi.

"Yesterday, too, she used the bath until she fainted from the heat," Rei says around a mouthful of shave ice.

"And thanks to that, I had a hard time!" says Luna.

Rei nods in agreement.

"Then, I guess these are for training, too," Ami says and pulls out books from her bag. "Usagi asked me to bring these, difficult math problem sets and the hardest science." She holds the books out to Usagi, who takes them with her mitted hands.

"Oh, thank you!" Usagi cries, "Can you loan them to me?" She starts to thumb through one of the books and Ami goes up behind Rei and Luna.

"I wonder if it will work," she whispers to them.

Rei mutters, "I've wondered how it would go, but..."

"She said it's better than not doing anything," Luna tells them.

"...way of thinking," Usagi reads out loud, sounding distressed, "Um, the problem of mixing saline solution..."

"Usagi's trying with all her strength," says Makoto, standing to unwrap a furoshiki covered bundle.

"Usagi! I've brought the sautéed lettuce." She describes the contents of each of the three containers. "Ketchup flavor, and curry flavor, and simple pepper flavor."

Usagi makes a sound of disgust, the book dropping from her hands. "I hate those!" she says, "But, thank you!" She stands, smiling, but suddenly becomes dizzy and faints.

"Usagi!" the girls cry.

With Usagi out of her winter clothes and able to sit up straight again, the lettuce is arranged in front of her. She picks up some of the ketchup lettuce. "Here I go!" she says and takes a bite. Immediately, she wrinkles her face in disgust and lets out a moan. The girls are all around her, fanning her to cool her off. "Lettuce is definitely best raw," Usagi mumbles through her moans.

"You can do it, Usagi!" cheers Luna, "Do your best! Fight!"

Usagi nods and moans, "I'll do my best!" She takes another bite of lettuce and forces it down in a visible effort.

"Usagi," Makoto says.

"Usagi," echoes Ami, "Do your best!"

"If it's you, you can suppress your power!" encourages Rei.

"Definitely!" urges Makoto.

Luna hops around to behind Usagi, cheering her on. "Usagi! Fight! Usagi! You can do it! Usagi! You can do it!" She drums a rhythm on her fan, which is quickly taken up by the others.

Usagi looks at them, a strange mix of gratitude and despair on her face.

"Usagi," whispers Mamoru, still staring out that same window, "just until I do something about Metalia, please suppress your power! If it's you, you can do it!"

The door behind him opens and Jadeite steps inside, the arrowhead held menacingly in his hand. Suddenly, a piano starts to play and Jadeite clutches his head with his other hand. He ducks out of the doorway.

"Jadeite," Zoisite says as he plays, "Remember! Long ago, the days when we were alongside Master."

Jadeite staggers out into the hall and grips a window for support. He squints in concentration and suddenly remembers.

Jadeite and Nephrite challenge each other to an arm wrestling match.

"Don't lose, Jadeite! Go!" says Kunzite. With a cry, Nephrite wins and he leaps up in triumph.

"Shit!" swears Jadeite.

Next, Nephrite challenges Endymion. It looks like Nephrite has a slight lead, but suddenly, Endymion wins in a burst of strength.

"Well done!" says Zoisite.

Jadeite applauds and looks at Endymion with a fawning look.

Endymion rises and smiles at Jadeite.

Suddenly the music stops, and Jadeite looks around.

In his room, Zoisite sits with his hands frozen over the keys, twitching with the desire to move. "Stop it!" Beryl's voice is heard telling him, "Don't interfere, Zoisite!" His eyes glaze over and shut, and he falls from the piano bench.

Jadeite makes his way back to Mamoru's room. "Master," he says.

Mamoru turns, "Jadeite? Is something wrong?"

Jadeite holds up the arrowhead and places it against Mamoru's chest. Mamoru's eye bulge and he falls to his knees, grunting in pain. "No matter how it was in the Past," Jadeite says, "now, my master is Queen Beryl alone." Mamoru manages to look up at him through his pain, but then quickly resumes his grunts of anguish. Up above the fireplace, a spot on the painting starts to glow white.

In Metalia's chambers, Beryl holds her hands in front of her chest, as if trying to trap something. She stares down in concentration.