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parts left over from the reset.”
    Could the whole world be feeling the same way?
    “I doubt that. You and I are the exceptions. People who are close to Suzumiya appear to have a higher chance of noticing the anomaly.”
    “What about Haruhi? Is she aware of what’s going on?”
    “It seems that she’s utterly clueless. Though you could say that it’s better this way…”
    Koizumi gave Nagato a sideways glance before casually posing a question.
    “So then, how many times have we repeated the last two weeks of August?”
    Nagato answered with a calm expression on her face.
    * * *
    “This would be the fifteen thousand four hundred ninety-eighth incarnation.”
     
    I felt faint for a moment there.
    Fifteen thousand four hundred ninety-eight. That’s over thirty characters written out, while 15,498 feels considerably smaller. Yay for Arabic numerals. I feel like offering a prayer of thanks to whoever it was who came up with the idea. This derailment only serves to show how disturbed I was.
    “We have repeated the same two weeks over ten thousand times. If an ordinary person were to be aware of this loop and retain the memories from each incarnation, he would experience a mental breakdown. I believe that Suzumiya’s memories have been completely wiped clean, cleaner than ours,” Koizumi explained.
    This is when you turn to the most knowledgeable person around. I checked with Nagato.
    “Are you serious about this?”
    “Yes.”
    Nagato nodded.
    So wait, we’ve already done the stuff scheduled for tomorrow in the past? Along with the Bon Dance and goldfish scooping?
    “That is not necessarily the case.”
    Nagato’s voice wasn’t showing much emotion either.
    “Haruhi Suzumiya has not followed the same course of action in each of the previous fifteen thousand four hundred ninety-seven incarnations.”
    Nagato gave me an unconcerned look as she spoke in that unconcerned tone.
    “Over the course of the previous fifteen thousand four hundred ninety-seven loops, there were two instances without a trip to the Bon Dance. There were four hundred and thirty-seven instances where the trip occurred without goldfish scooping. At the moment, every loop has included a visit to the public pool. There were nine thousand twenty-five instances of working part-time, but there have been six different variations. Aside from distributing balloons, we have also been carrying objects, manning cash registers, passing out flyers, working a call center, and modeling for a photo shoot. Of those, there were six thousand eleven instances of balloon distribution and three hundred sixty instances of two or more jobs performed. The incarnations with multiple jobs can be divided into—”
    “Yeah, that’s enough.”
    I silenced the alien-made artificial human before putting my thinking cap on.
    We’d been through the back half of August fifteen thousand four—oh screw it—15,498 times. Everything was reset on August thirty-first, and we started over from August seventeenth. I had no recollection of this happening, but Nagato did—why?
    “Because Nagato, or the Data Overmind, to be precise, is an existence that transcends space-time.”
    Koizumi’s smug smirk seemed a bit forced, or maybe it was just the light.
    Or whatever, doesn’t matter. Moving on. I understand that Nagato and her boss are capable of such a feat. But that wasn’t my concern. This all meant that…
    “So, Nagato. You’ve actually experienced this two-week period fifteen thousand four hundred ninety-seven times?”
    “Yes.”
    Nagato nodded like it wasn’t a big deal. Yes? Don’t you have anything else to say? Not that I can think of anything else to say. But still…
    “Well, you see…”
    Hold on. Fifteen thousand four hundred ninety-eight times. Multiplied by two weeks. That comes out to 216,972 days. Uh, around 594 years. She’s gone through centuries, loop after loop, just standing there and watching us impassively? How could anyone not be sick and