Homura tumbles from the sky, past flak fire, past lumbering bombers, down into a burning city. Bam! She crashes through a clock tower, sending broken bricks and jagged wood flying.
She awakes to find herself bleeding, in a cave of rubble, her soul gem darkening fast. A concrete slab crushes her leg. I can't explode my way out- any more damage and I'll die.
On cue, a familiar slinks into the light.
"Kyubey! Where is this? Where's Madoka?"
"How strange. You know me, but I don't remember you at all, Japanese girl. That's a soul gem, isn't it? You don't look to be from this timeline."
"First, get me out of here- "
"Do I look like I'm strong enough to lift that concrete? More importantly, that makes you the second magical girl to come here from a different time and place. I've formed a theory about it."
"No point holding back. I'll be dead soon anyway."
"A few years ago, our civilization faced a crisis: a couple executives at our biggest energy bank had been fabricating their accounts, and in reality we were near total energy depletion. So, we decided to replenish our stores by harvesting intense emotions for a short period on this planet. So we started a war. The results so far are fabulous- we didn't realize modern humans could kill and torment each-other on such a grand scale. The concentration camps are a tremendous energy source."
"...Every time you speak, you manage to disgust me even more."
Homura falters, her eyelashes flickering. Madoka- will I see you in the end?
"Don't worry. It will end soon. We're helping the humans make a fancy bomb to drop on Japan, so that will- "
Splat. Kyubey explodes in chunks of pink flesh. A shadow blocks the light above. A girl.
"Bist du tot, mädchen?"
Is that- German?
Gazing up at the shadow, thinking of Madoka, Homura blacks out.