The Senshi sat in their booth of their favourite pub, ignoring its lack of roof. Stars twinkled above, the first seen in days. UFOs no longer blanketed the sky. Crystal Tokyo held its breath.
"It'll happen soon," Mars stared into her brandy.
Mercury swirled her wine, nodded.
"It'll be different?" Venus didn't hide her disdain. "All of it?"
"Yes," Mars said.
"Theoretically," Mercury added.
Jupiter downed her sake, poured another. "Will it hurt?"
Nobody answered.
They felt it, gentle fingers in their brain. Massaging. Fixing.
Small Lady was coming home.
Four friends raised glasses as The Change came.
"To us."