General Tanzanite had left the Gellner funeral home, leaving the cowardice and traitorous Sailor Requiem to deal with the mess – and her wounded parents. Her mother, Raquel, was unconscious in her whimpering father’s bleeding arms. Her father’s blood covered a portion of the wall and dripped down into a small puddle on the floor.

Requiem lied on the floor, curled into the fetal position, clenching her bleeding right breast where Tanzanite’s youma arm had bit her. She extended one arm across the floor and used it to pull herself across the ground, a weakened kind of a military crawl as she moved towards her parents.

“Where is my daughter?” her father gasped, looking at Requiem, unable to recognize her as his own daughter.

“She’s safe,” Requiem fibbed. “I told her to escape through the window in the back and told her somewhere safe to hide, and to not return home for a few hours.” She needed some sort of story to cover her a**. “We need to get you two to a hospital.”

Requiem pushed herself off the ground. Her body was trembling, she fought the fear that began to creep back in, she couldn’t allow herself to be weak now. Not until her parents were taken care of. She wanted nothing more than to break down and cry in her father’s arms and be her parents’ little girl again. But she couldn’t expose her identity, it was bad enough that they were brought into this war already. She couldn’t allow herself to bring them further into it.

Requiem used her one free arm to grab her father’s cell phone from the counter and dialed 9-1-1.

“I can’t make the call,” she said as she handed the phone to her father. “Get an ambulance, report a crime, and stay safe. I can’t stay, I put too many people in danger tonight. I’ll have someone watch over you, and keep you safe.”

She grabbed her Senshi phone that had been left behind when Tanzanite first threw her across the room and arranged for Sailor Orion to come to the funeral home and watch over the Gellners.

“I’m going to find your daughter, watch over her and keep her safe,” she lied after the call was made. She hoped to give her parents some sense of comfort. She slowly walked to the front door of the funeral home.

“I’m sorry,” she regretfully sighed as she walked out the door, tears in her eyes, leaving her parents behind. There were other things that needed to be done – she needed to warn the Blood Moon Court and inform them of her actions, knowing full well that the consequences of her actions and betrayal could mean severe punishment.

Very severe.

Sailor Requiem vomited from anxiety and fear. She had officially hit rock bottom.