For the most part, Audrey Collins didn't dream. When she did, it was only in snatches, flashes of color, sounds that made no sense, and languages that in the real world would be labelled as 'nonsense'. That's why this was so surreal, so incredibly strange, but she was loving the feeling. It did start basically the same - the soft wintry colors and the contrasting warmth that had everything to do with Sailor Castor in her psyche. Then gradually, she could feel his hands stroking slowly up and down her arm, over her hair, the beat of his heart under her cheek. Then the scratch of the odd fabric his fuku was made from, and a strange weight and almost nakedness on her part, the latter of which caused her to jar slightly and open her eyes. It wasn't a new scene, it was actually incredibly familiar. The view seen when curled up on a particular bench, nestled between two giant planters on the outskirts of the shopping district against the park. Loathe though she was to pull herself away from that caring embrace, something was very wrong. Starting with her feet, everything was alright. The steel grey shoes with the teal edging and cables around her ankles...but no stockings? Turning slowly red with embarrassment everything else quickly became clear.

She was a goddamn senshi.

The skirt that didn't cover a single part of her assets, the clinging top. The butt bow. But most odd of all was the strange change in her entire hairstyle. The thick curls she'd always bemoaned were now as straight as rain and hung in pigtails to either side of her head. Crowned atop her skull were two buns in perhaps the most bizarre thing that Audrey could have ever imagined. Confused and more than a little horrified at this revelation, she screwed up her eyes and willed herself to wake up. But it didn't happen, and she simply looked over at Castor who simply looked at her and raising an eyebrow, started to laugh before it caught in his throat. "s**t. They're here." Standing in a smooth motion, he held out his hand and she took it warily, eyes looking about into the foggy night. Turning her by the shoulders, Castor smiled and kissed her deeply. "I don't think this'll be a problem, but remember Lina. You and me, forever, right?" Confused, Sailor Linarite could only nod blankly before familiar and irritating laughter sounded out in the fog. "How sweet, I might actually have cavities. You senshi are disgusting." Even in the cool tones of the night, the bright orange of Nealite's hair was unmistakable. Behind her, Hematite's eyes all but glowed with the leer as he was as he always had been - a silent guard for the queen. Flanking from the other side of the street came an all-too familiar voice, one that sent claws tearing through Lina's heart with its malevolence. "Certainly makes me sick, I can barely stand it." Youma arm flexing and eyes wild with the thrill of an impending battle were reflected in the other man who was coming up, all swagger. Obsidian just grinned, and waved almost casually at the duo. "Gonna pull out your pretty little pigtails this time, little senshi. Gonna enjoy it." Castor didn't buy into any of this, and immediately headed straight for the red and purple pair. He wasn't fool enough to take on the Queen of the Negaverse, not yet.

While he engaged, and surprisingly held his own against the two elite warriors of the Negaverse, Nealite and her guard had started to advance on Linarite. "Guys wait, you don't understand! It's me, Lina! I'm not a senshi, I'm not! I'm not!!!" She cried out, horrified and so deeply confused. Holding out her hands as if to stop them, she felt a welling up deep inside herself, and then her body exploded and ice shot from her hands to freeze the entire group from the waist down. All of them, all five, acted as if she'd done nothing more than call out the name of her attack, and with the upper hand Castor was satisfied. "Heaven's Fist!" He drove the ice-covered magical punch straight into the waiting face of Obsidian, and the crack of his skull and neck was clearly heard. The ice she'd made to encase him shattered, and his body fell limply to the ground as both Nealite and Tanzanite cried out their denials. Fierce, Castor nodded back at his little love and headed over towards Nealite. "Quick, you deal with Tanzanite, I'll take the other two." With those words, everything slowed.

Castor was running in slow motion, straight for Nealite who was trying to hack away at the ice. Hematite was doing the same, with more success but still quite frozen. Tanzanite looked as if she was about to sprout jet engines from her ankles and zoom out to kill them all, a look that when directed at Lina, broke her heart. "No, this is wrong. It can't happen like this! Castor you can't! You can't!" She was moving outside of time, or at least it felt that way, as she dashed over towards the Senshi of Hail, and railroaded him off his feet to sprawl beneath her as she straddled his waist. The look in his blue eyes looked as confused as she felt, and almost as if she had no control over her own body, her hand dove into his chest. It was a familiar feeling to the Negaverse Captain, and it triggered dark power. It rippled along her body, and she could feel the uniform flowing back into herself. None of that mattered, however, when she looked down at Sailor Castor.

Pain, fear, betrayal all marked on his features. Weakly, his hands rose to her shoulders and held her captive, her hand still deep inside of his chest with fingers wrapped around his seed. "I..I loved you..." A shattering sound, a scream, and she was wrenched back by the familiar feel of Khaldun's arms. The seed, still enclosed in her grip, came with it. A choking sound, a sigh, and Sailor Castor died on the cold ground. "What? No...I didn't want this either! No! Castor!" She screamed his name, the crystal in her hand reacting and radiating with a burning and blinding light. It was the last thing she felt, the burning and the sorrow before the light overcame everything. In bed, Audrey Collins finally opened her eyes, sunshine slanting across her vision and cheeks wet with tears. Gripped tightly against her chest was the penguin that he had given her, the only thing she had of him. Burying her face in his plush back, she gave in and screamed. In rage, in sorrow, but mostly in absolute terror that her dream had held more than a bit of her future.