3.

Setsuna went down the stairs with shuffling steps. One look at her watch told her it was shortly before midnight.
She only knew one person in the entire space-time structure who was able to put on such a theater at this time that she woke up: Haruka Tenou alias Sailor Uranus.
A light came from the kitchen, so she assumed that Michiru was there.
Setsuna quietly opened the door and entered. Michiru was sitting at the counter and had laid her head on the cold plate.
She put a comforting hand on her back.
Startled, Michiru jumped up and looked at Setsuna with red eyes.
"I'm sorry if we woke you up," Michiru muttered.
"It's okay."
"Is Hotaru sleeping?"
"Yes. She didn't notice anything about the argument," replied Setsuna. "The same again?"
"She actually thinks I would make Seyia look pretty", Michiru replied exasperated.
She would never trade Haruka for someone else, but she could be very nerve-wracking at times.Well above the permitted speed, Haruka raced through the night with her machine. She hadn't lowered the visor and the sharp wind brought tears to her eyes. He also tugged on her clothes and on the motorcycle.
She turned onto a small road that climbed the cliff.
Exactly the thrill she needed now.
"Michiru ..."
Haruka knew deep in her heart that her allegations against Michiru had been unfounded. She wasn't mad at Michiru, but at Seiya. Oh yes, how much she would like her fist to meet the pit of his stomach!
Perhaps the opportunity would arise soon.
She also knew that Michiru was right. Not the princess of Neptune, but she herself was the one who liked to flirt with others.
"Michiru ..."
She accelerated and the machine thundered up the narrow serpentine at nearly two hundred kilometers an hour.

"Michiru!"Hotaru came into the kitchen with pounding steps.
"What do you have, Hotaru?", Michiru asked worried and picked her up.
"I had a nightmare. I dreamed Haruka had an accident with the motorcycle and fell down the cliff," said the girl quietly.
Something in Setsuna sounded the alarm. Hotaru aka Sailor Saturn was a sailor warrior who was extremely receptive to visions. She hadn't had one before, but what if ...
"It was just a nightmare, my little one. Everything is fine with Haruka," said Michiru and stroked the child's dark hair.
"How was the concert?", Hotaru remembered.
"Good," Michiru replied curtly. She didn't want to think about it.
"Setsuna said it would be too late for me to watch it on TV, that's why I recorded it. We can all watch it next evening?" Suggested Hotaru.
“Yes, we can.” As soon as Michiru answered, the girl jumped off her lap and ran to the door."Good night," she called and went up the stairs to her room.
Michiru turned to Setsuna and saw her glazed look.
"Setsuna, what have you got?", Michiru asked worried.
Setsuna startled.
"I'm sorry, I was in thoughts," she apologized and shook her head slightly.
"Has it something to do with Hotaru?"
"The nightmare might well have been a vision ..."
"What did you see in Haruka's future when you last ..."
"Michiru!", Setsuna interrupted the friend. "I can't tell you anything!"
"But you know something ..." She looked at Setsuna, worried. Sure, she was still angry with Haruka, but slowly she was starting to worry.
"Before I came to earth tonight, nothing was written down," answered Setsuna simply.
She knew she had already said too much. But what should she do?
But what she had said was true, nothing was certain.
Suddenly Michiru was sitting completely upright. It was like lightning flashed through them."Haruka ..."
"Michiru, what is it?" Asked Setsuna.
"It's ... like ... like the sea wants ... to tell me something," she whispered in a broken voice. She looked at them waiting.
"It's ... it's just ... a feeling, but ... something is wrong with Haruka."