She was walking mindlessly down what used to be a street, yet now was just cracked asphalt. How could she have failed so miserably? She thought to herself as tears fell from her eyes. It seems her whole life had been a failure. She had failed a millennium ago, and she had failed now. The senshi, her best friends til the end, had done just that, stayed with her til the end. She only wished that it had been her end too. And her poor Tuxedo Mask, why had she been so stupid to take him for granted? He didn't deserve to be killed like that. She fell onto her knees, crying. While she was kneeling on the ground, she heard noise. She turned her head, wary, thinking that it might be one of Galaxia's mindless drones stalking her. To her right, she noticed a book, fluttering in the wind. She got up and looked around, realizing no one was there. She went up to it, and picked it up. "Oh how Mamo-Chan loved to read, and Ami too." She thought sadly as she picked up the book. "A collection of American poems in Japanese, I'm sure that they would have liked it. I wonder what they say." She started reading the poem that the book was open to. "A Psalm of Life, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow."

Tell me not in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou are, to dust thou returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each tomorrow
Find us farther than today.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act, - act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sand of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us then be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

As she was reading the poem, she realized something. "Maybe this is a sign from them, maybe they're trying to tell me something. As she sat there, a slight breeze blew through her hair, and she thought for a moment she heard a voice. She turned around quickly. "I believe in you," the voice whispered fleetingly. "Mamo-Chan, where are you? Come back, don't leave me!!"

Then and there she knew what she had to do. She would go back and fight for her friends. They believed in her, and now she believed in herself. She would go back to Galaxia and prove to them that she wasn't a weak crybaby. She was Princess Serenity, future Neo Queen Serenity of Tokyo, and she would get her friends back. "Just you wait Galaxia, I will avenge my friends, just you be ready."