Haruhi falls into a more serious mood herself. "I gotta be getting back way before the sun even sets..." and that's not her favorite prospect ever. "We should cross-reference a couple of star charts. If they really wanna hide we can't settle for a lunar cycle, can we? There's a good chance this town will get a more arcane kind of darkness in the next couple weeks. Right when the ghosts are lulled into a false sense of enough security to haunt the earth another day..."

Her hand snaps shut like a steel trap, crunching the pocky packet (a few sticks still inside and crumbling consequentially).