Andrew was soon left to absorb his new surroundings. His mind was swimming. This was a bit too much to comprehend. Sweet little Usagi was now married to Mamoru, his best friend. What had happened? What chilled his spine was his last memory before he had awoken. Looking out into the street and seeing crystalline structures spouting from waves coming toward his apartment window.
There was so much that his dear friends and love had been keeping from him. He remembered years ago when Mamoru had appeared to be placing distance between the two of them, and then there was the fact that he always seemed to dissappear when a new youma had appeared. That month when Mamoru seemed oblivious to the very subject of his daily torture. How crushed she had seemed then, he had pinned it on another lost boyfriend. Mamoru had been the lost boyfriend at the time, though. And that month was truly one of the hardest he had seen Usagi go through. He had figured that beyond Mamoru she had had a fight with her group of friends. All along he was just waiting for her to set him up with her adorable blond friend. Oh! how Usagi had been depressed when Mamoru left for America. Andrew just figured that it was the bickering that she missed, the sense of normalcy. But what was normal for that girl? What mattered now was that he was finally placing all of the puzzle peices together, and what he was gettingwas a mural.
All he wanted now was to see his dear Minako. Maybe she could bring some sense to his situation. He still didn't understand how she could possibly be tied into all of this hubbub. But then everything had already changed. How was he to know that she hadn't moved on. How was she connected to Usagi and Mamoru's story? The questions were too much for him. He relinquished to his mind and fell into an uneasy sleep.