AN: Hello world, it's me and I hope you are well! Hoping to get a few more words dedicated towards fanfiction in 2016. This one imagines the senshi as the shitennou (that is, existing as rocks, or otherwise).

Angels

Oh, angel sent from up above
You know you make my world light up
When I was down, when I was hurt
You came to lift me up
Life is a drink, and love's a drug
Oh, now I think I must be miles up
When I was a river, dried up
You came to rain a flood.

And said drink from me, drink from me
When I was so thirsty
Pour on a symphony
Now I just can't get enough
Put your wings on me, wings on me
When I was so heavy
Pour on a symphony...

- Hymn for the Weekend, Coldplay, ft. Beyonce

The dreams ended - horrific as always, causing the young blonde woman to awake in a cold sweat. Intrinsically knowing her issues would not be understood by modern science or doctors, she had never bothered telling her parents about the episodes. As only the worst nights dictated, she pulled a small box out from under her bed. In it were items that brought her pounding heart to something approaching a manageable level. One by one, she gently placed them on the bed next to her - a piece of worn blue glass, a paper scroll, a single rose earring and a piece of red string. Silly as would sound to anyone, there was energy in the items and no one could tell her differently. She had found them in the past few weeks, a collection that would make sense to no one.

And yet, they made her feel less alone.

In the light of the waning moon, gathering the objects together in her hands, she drifted to sleep. As she finally breathed peacefully, projections in blue, red, green gold appeared in the small bedroom. The images of four young women looked on in concern at the now sleeping girl. Keeping her voice low, the golden image said, "I wish there was more we could do for her."

The glow of blue murmured, "Perhaps if the great Ginzuishou is returned... We might be able to make contact."

"We've looked everywhere." The red one said.

The green light flickered and said, "It is the man who has it - the one called Tuxedo Mask. I am sure of this."

"Why else would we be returned?" asked the gold woman. "If not to be reunited with our princess."

Answers were not forthcoming as they looked on, desperate to help and yet unable to do anything.