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 Â
    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.
















