When Mili woke up, she found herself staring into the entirely way too dark sky. Her eyes slowly adjusted and soon the blur faded into a more focused and crisper night. Putting her hands in front of her face, Mili noticed that they were in gloves.

She didn't remember transforming.

What she did remember was that she sitting at her desk, playing a game of chess versus the computer while daydreaming about Lt. Variscite. She was still in a haze of desire for her, and it seem like it would wear off anytime soon.

Standing up, she dusted off the back of her fuku. White really was not the greatest color for this type of thing; it showed so much dirt. Of course, this was the last possible thing she needed to worry about right now. Looking forward, the senshi saw that she seemed to be on a road that stretched far in front of her. Turning, she was greeted with more of the same, a long road behind her.

"What is this place?" she said unconsciously out loud. Thoughts lost and logic nowhere to be found, Sailor Walküre began to fear the worst. Was she...? No, she couldn't bring herself to think it. She couldn't be... could she?

She pinched a meaty part of her exposed chest. "OW!"

Okay, that ruled out that final and depressing option at least. Still, Walküre had no idea what was going on. Walking seemed like the best idea for now. Maybe she could find something out. Picking the direction in front of her, she headed down the path. Thoughts swirled in her head. Each time there was a ping of light or a rustling sound she became more and more curious as to what was causing it.

This path became many paths, and Walküre quickly grew tiresome of having to pick new ways to go. Nothing seemed to be getting her anywhere useful. Frustrated, she sad down on the grass along the road. Out of her many talents, if there was one thing Sailor Walküre was good at (other than being the most humble person ever) it was sulking, and sulk she did.

She huffed, and she puffed, and she made little whimpering noises while folding her arms and staring at the ground. This was not fun. She wanted to go home now. It seemed as if the Senshi of Battle was defeated by a long and winding road. Even the forest laughed at her.

Wait. The forest really was laughing at her.

Standing up, she stood just off the side of the road. Walküre shook her fist with anger, "Stop laughing! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" She stomped her feet like a little girl throwing a temper tantrum. Her face was flush and her hands were clenched tightly.

After a moment, the laughing seemed to stop, and Walküre backed up onto the path again. Her anger didn't subside though, and she went back to walking along the road, hoping that she would run into someone whose a** she could kick. All this pent up frustration was not good for her health.

At very least she could find out what was going on here.