„Then tell me who did it!" Haruka demanded. Norris opened his mouth to tell his boss about the evil person who had hung up the posters when the window next to the door burst into thousands pieces of glass. Norris gave a weird strangled sound and fell to the floor, blood running from the shot wound in his back. "No!" Haruka yelled, rushing over to him. "Norris!" She kneeled down next to her deputy, and he looked up at her with pain filled eyes. "Haruka…it's…" "Don't talk." Haruka quickly silenced him. "Tell me in the hospital, okay?" "No!" Norris yelped before moaning in pain again. "I'm dying, Haruka." He then added in a weaker tone. "I have to…tell you now." "Okay." Haruka answered, lowering her head so Norris could speak into her ear. The dying man summoned all of his strength and spoke the two words that threw Haruka into an abyss. "Sarah Connor."

"He has to be wrong." Haruka mumbled while the paramedics put Norris into one of those orange bags and carried the dead man out. Michiru sat next to her husband, gently stroking her back. "It can't be Sarah!" Haruka now said, still in shock. "I trust her! She can't be a Mafioso!" "Honey, calm down." Michiru begged, patting her lover's back. Haruka shook her head and sighed. "It's late." she then said. "We should go to bed." "Do you think you can sleep now?" Michiru asked gently. "I don't know." Haruka admitted, and Michiru got up. She vanished into the living room, rummaged around there and soon returned with a glass of whisky. "Here, drink. Then you'll surely sleep." She promised smiling. Haruka accepted the offered glass and gulped the whisky down. "I said drink it not gulp it!" Michiru scolded her, and Haruka shrugged. "Whatever. Let's go to bed."

The next morning, Haruka awoke with a headache she blamed on the whisky. She yawned and got out of bed, wondering why Michiru was already up, and why she didn't wake her. That was when she heard a strange sound coming from the kitchen. The gray haired frowned, put on her black bathrobe and walked out into the hallway. Her heart almost skipped a beat when she saw the broken vase that laid in the middle of it. "Did I sleep so tight that I didn't hear that?" she wondered out loud, rubbing her pounding head in the process. "And besides, why is the vase in pieces?" She thought about that for a moment and then yelled: "Michiru!" No answer. Haruka frowned, an uneasy feeling creeping up inside her. "Michiru?" she called out again, and again there was no answer. Now Haruka was really worried. She remembered the noise that had came from the kitchen before and quickly hurried into the room. The sight that greeted her there was almost terrible enough to give her another heart attack. Michiru was hanging from the ceiling, a thick rope tied around her wrists securely, causing her to dangle thirty centimeters over the floor. A thick gag in her mouth kept her from calling out for help; she was naked, and her body was covered in bruises and cuts. Haruka screamed her wife's name, ran over to her and climbed on the desk to undo the rope. Michiru moaned behind her gag, and Haruka pulled the fabric out of her lover's mouth. "Michiru, what happened?" she asked while untying the rope. Michiru slumped into her arms, her body shaking. "Who did this to you?" Haruka snarled, her violent temper overtaking her. She carried Michiru over into the living room and laid her on the couch. "Hold on darling, I'll call the doctor." She promised and hurried over to the phone. Michiru watched her lover with pain filled eyes, and when Haruka had finish the call the aqua haired woman spoke up. "Haruka, watch out…Norris was right. Sarah is after you."

"Do you mean it was Sarah who did this to you?" Haruka yelped in shock. Michiru shook her head. "Yes. No. She had two huge brutes with her, and they beat me up. But…she watched." Suddenly terrible fear rose in Haruka, and she asked with a trembling voice: "Did they…did they rape you?" "No." Michiru calmed her down and gave a weak smile. "I guess I've been to old for them. After all, I'm 51." Haruka sighed and looked down on the floor. "Sorry I'm causing so much pain for you." She said almost inaudible. Before Michiru could reply anything to that, the doctor arrived and took care of her.

One hour later, Michiru laid in her bed, sleeping soundly. Haruka watched her wife for twenty minutes, then she made her decision and rose from her chair. She hurried into the kitchen, scribbled something on a piece of paper. Then Haruka made a dash for the living room. She opened one of the cupboards, searched around in it for a few moments and finally found the object of desire. She put it under her jacket and left the house.

When Michiru awoke, Haruka was gone. The aqua haired girl stood up, biting down on the pain that came to her and searched for her husband. She didn't find Haruka, but she found the note on the kitchen table. After Michiru had read the few lines, the paper fell to the floor and Michiru had to sit down. Her hands trembled so strong that she dropped the paper twice when she tried to pick it up again. Finally she managed to do so and read it again. "Michiru, my love, I'm going to make Sarah pay for what she did to you. If I don't return, leave town. You know that we have enough money on our bank account. Never forget that I love you, Haruka."