Sailor Neso was not used to winning fights – not at all. Running from fights? Sure. Waiting until someone else showed up to help? Absolutely. But actually winning a fight by himself? The concept was so strange and unusual to the Senshi of Summer that he believed for a moment that he might be trapped in some idyllic dream. Usually there were more naked girls though, more sunshine, and an abundance of baby kittens and baby puppies having wrestling matches while a rainbow high above rained Skittles down on them all. And usually Chronos was there.

Drunkenly, the senshi fumbled with the orb of energy. He had never seen one before and had absolutely no idea what to do with it. First, he tried holding it out in the open so that it might drift back into Phil’s body like starseed. It didn’t budge. He tried pushing it into his ear. That didn’t work. His mouth? Neso let the orb rest on Phil’s tongue and then shut his mouth. His friend sputtered for a second, and then spit it out.

Just as Neso was considering the only other hole available, a gust of wind whipped down the alley, knocking the orb from his hands and shattering it against the concrete. The senshi jumped back. Green mist oozed from the vial and then filtered slowly back into Philip’s nose. The teenager awoke with a start, coughing. He took one look at Neso and said, “Man, I ain’t that drunk!” He staggered to his feet and pushed Neso away, moving back toward the club.

Neso waited a moment, transformed back into Bo, and then returned right behind him – hey, there was still time left before the bar closed!