When Michiru returned home two hours after her last, huge fight with Haruka, she already heard the phone ring while she still stood outside the apartment. "Crap!" the aqua haired woman cursed, quickly rammed her key into the lock, unlocked the door and hurried into the apartment, quickly picking up the receiver. "Hello?" "Hi, it's Makoto." Came the brunettes voice through the receiver. Michiru let out a sigh. "Hi Makoto. What…" She didn't finish her sentence. Makoto interrupted her, and her voice clearly showed that she was crying. "Michiru, Haruka tried to kill herself. She's in the hospital now…and they don't think she'll make it…" The tall thunder Senshi couldn't speak on, but started to sob. "No." Michiru whispered, her eyes widening with shock. "No, that can't be…I didn't want that to happen…I…" "It's all your fault!" Makoto now cried into the receiver, causing Michiru to flinch. "If Haruka dies, it's you fault! You just had to treat her like a piece of shit, and why? Why did you do that to her? It wasn't her fault that you were raped!" Michiru didn't know what to say, and so Makoto talked on. "You did that to her because you wanted her to feel the pain you had to feel, right?" "No." Michiru finally whispered. "No, I…" The beeping of the phone cut her off. Makoto had hung up the receiver.
Michiru hung up the phone, hot tears burning in her eyes. "Was she right?" a female voice suddenly came from behind, causing the aqua haired woman to scream and jump. She whirled around, only to find herself staring at Setsuna. "Setsuna!" the violinist panted, her heart racing in her chest. "Hello, Michiru." The guardian of time now spoke, a small smile playing around her lips. Michiru leaned against the wall, closing her eyes for a second to force the tears back. "What you are doing is wrong, Michiru." Setsuna now spoke, causing Michiru to open her eyes and look at her again. "What do you mean?" she asked, although she exactly knew what Setsuna was talking about. "It's wrong to blame Haruka for what happened to you." Setsuna spoke on, her voice soft and gentle. "She wouldn't have been able to protect you if she would've stayed at home that night." "That's not true." Michiru whispered, fresh tears welling up in her eyes again. "She could've protected me…if she had been there…" Setsuna shook her head and reached out to take Michirus hand. "Let me show you." The guardian of time spoke. "Let me show you…what would have been." Michiru closed her eyes as a bright flash of light blinded her, and then she knew no more.
When Michiru finally was able to open her eyes again, she found herself in her own living room. Upon looking around, the aqua haired woman saw herself lying on the couch, while Haruka sat at the desk, writing something. "This is the evening you were raped…but this time, Haruka stayed at home." Setsuna informed her friend, who stood and watched. "Hey Michi." Haruka now spoke, looking up from the letter or list or whatever she wrote, smiling at the Michiru that laid on the couch. "Yes, love?" the aqua haired woman now asked, sitting upright while she spoke. "I'm getting myself a coke, you want one, too?" Michiru nodded, and Haruka stood up the get the drinks. She walked out into the hallway, and a weird noise caught her attention. The blonde turned to look at the door, and much to her surprise, it opened, revealing two men. One of them holding a gun. "No." Michiru whispered, until she felt Setsunas hand on her shoulder. "The fact that Haruka stayed at home changed this timeline. One of them now has a gun." "What the…" Haruka now spoke, and that was when the burglar pulled the trigger. The shot rang, and suddenly, Haruka fell to the floor, blood splashing from the wound in her neck. "No!" both Michirus screamed, the one in the living room jumping up and running out. The two men grabbed her, one of them throwing her down on the floor, next to the still conscious Haruka. "Now watch and learn, dyke." One of them whispered. "Stop it." Michiru spoke, hiding her face in Setsunas shoulder. "Please, stop it…" "They force Haruka to watch them raping you." Setsuna calmly spoke, while a racked sob shook Michirus body. "And now I'll show you what happens afterwards. It would be unnecessary cruelty to have you watch your own rape." Another flash of light, and this time, Michiru found herself in a hospital room, seeing herself again, talking to a doctor, standing next to a white bed. Haruka laid in it; a thick bandage was wrapped around her throat, and she was attached to several machines. Setsuna made a little gesture with her hand, and one second later Michiru found herself standing right next to herself. "I'm very sorry." The doctor now spoke, true sympathy on his face. "But there's no way to give Mrs. Tenoh her ability to move back." "Does that mean that she has to spend the rest of her life in bed?" The other Michiru asked, earning a nod from the doctor. "The bullet completely destroyed the nerves in her spine. We can't help her." The man now spoke. "Stop it." Michiru spoke, turning to look at Setsuna. "Please, stop it…" "As the doctor and your alter ego said, Haruka will spend the rest of her life in bed, eating through tubes and unable to move." Setsuna spoke, earning another sob from Michiru. "Do you now realize that what happened to you isn't Harukas fault?" the guardian of time asked. Michiru just nodded, her whole body shaking with sobs. "Go and see her in the hospital." Setsuna now gently spoke, stroking Michirus back while she talked. "She needs you now. And you should see a doctor yourself, too." Another blinding flash of light, and when Michiru was able to look around again, she found herself standing in the hallway of her apartment, next to the phone. Setsuna was nowhere to be seen.