"Oh god!" Usagi yelled, running back and forth on a very short path at a dizzying rate. "Oh god, oh god!"

Mamoru stopped what he was doing and rolled his eyes. "Usagi…"

"We killed her!" she cried, letting loose and fully freaking out now that Mamoru was there to be responsible. "We killed Ami!"

"For the hundredth time, she's not dead…" Mamoru sighed in annoyance, his seemingly endless well of patience for his girlfriend running a little thin.

"We killed her!"

"Do we need to call the ambulance?" Minako asked, completely ignoring the spastic princess. "I know he was hurt before, and maybe it's serious. They've been out for a while."

"She's dead!"

"I don't think that's necessary," he said softly, laying a cloth on the blond boy's forehead and digging through his pockets to retrieve his cell phone. "But I am going to call Ami's mother. She'll know the appropriate measures to take. And she should know what happened to her daughter."

"Oh god!"

Raye finally snapped. "Alright, we get it! You're an idiot! Is there a good reason for you to be shoving that fact in our faces?"

"At least I feel bad about killing Ami!" the blond retorted, stomping her foot. "You have no heart, Raye!"

"She's not dead!" Mamoru finally shouted. "I keep telling you, she's not dead!" The room fell silent as though someone had died, and they all stared at him, shocked at the sudden show of temper from the typically mild mannered man. Blushing, he quickly dialed a number on his phone and held it to his ear, muttering under his breath, "Well, she isn't dead…"

"I think," Makoto said, breaking the silence, "that if she were conscious, Ami would be, you know, identifying him."

"If she were conscious, she'd still be alive!" Usagi wailed, and Raye instantly tackled her with a battle cry worth of her guardian planet.

"Hello, Miss Mizuno?" Mamoru said into the receiver, covering his other ear and stepping out of the room to escape the ruckus of the two battling girls. Rolling her eyes, Makoto began to search through the blond boy's pockets and pulled out his wallet.

"Hey, what are you stealing from him?" Minako asked as the brown haired girl fingered through the contents of the wallet.

She sighed. "I'm not, I'm checking for an ID or something. Anything to tell us who he is."

"Did you find anything?" she asked, and Makoto shook her head.

"Nothing at all."

"Well, don't worry!" Minako chirped, putting her hand on her friend's shoulder and smiling. "We'll ask him when he wakes up!"

"Yeah, you're right," the tall girl said, smiling back. She closed the wallet and placed it back in the pocket where she found it, the cloth falling off his forehead in the process. Carefully, she placed the damp strip of fabric back on his brow, and for just a second, she thought she saw the faint outline on his pale skin of a dark crescent moon.