So, all that's left is the evil necklace... *Sighs* We all knew it was too late for her, but, if I could, I would've tried to save her. Curses to whoever dropped me in this dimension to live in such a seemingly mundane existence. At least half of me wants to fit for love and justice. Sailor Janice.
Or her powers could activate at the same time and result in the unholy amalgamation of light and dark and result in a being that only a great mind like Sheogorath could possibly understand. And as mundane as our existence is at least we don't have to live in fear of monster, alien, demon, inter-dimensional creature of the week attacks and only have to worry about the occasional falling vending machine.