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tired of that? I mean, after 15,498 visits to the public pool?
    “Man…”
    My mouth remained open as my voice trailed off. Nagato cocked her head like a small bird as she stared at me.
    I recalled that feeling I’d had when I saw Nagato sitting by the pool. Guess I might have been correct when I thought that she looked bored. I’d assume that even Nagato would get sick of all that repetition. She never says anything, but she might have clicked her tongue or something while no one was looking—and that was when a sudden thought hit me. I more or less understood the phenomenon we were dealing with, but I didn’t know why this was happening.
    “Why is Haruhi doing this?”
    “This is merely speculation.”
    Koizumi gave a little disclaimer.
    “Suzumiya doesn’t want summer vacation to end on a subconscious level. That is why our summer vacation won’t end.”
    Because she’s acting like a little brat who doesn’t want to go back to school?
    Koizumi absently traced his finger around the rim of his can of coffee.
    “I would presume that she feels there still is something left to be done during summer vacation. She can’t begin the new term until that’s been done, or else she’ll have lingering regrets. And when she falls asleep on the night of August thirty-first with that gnawing regret…”
    She wakes up to find that the clock has been turned back two weeks. Yeah, I’m just about ready to give up on her. I knew she was capable of doing just about anything, but this takes her lack of common sense to a whole new level.
    “What will it take to satisfy her?”
    “I haven’t the slightest. Do you know, Nagato?”
    “I do not.”
    Didn’t take her long to respond. You realize you’re the only one we can depend on here. I attempted to voice that thought.
    “Why didn’t you tell us? That we’ve been engaged in an endless two-week-long waltz.”
    After a few seconds of silence, Nagato’s thin lips parted.
    “My job is to observe.”
    “…I see.”
    I already knew that, more or less. Nagato had yet to actively involve herself in any of our activities. But she got involved, in the end, almost every time. However, she’s only initiated contact once, when she invited me to her apartment. Barring that exception, Nagato’s merely accompanied us in her extremely vital position.
    How could I forget? Yuki Nagato was a humanoid interface created by the Data Overmind. An organic android dispatched to observe Haruhi. There might be a safety mechanism on her ability to feel emotion.
    “But none of that matters.”
    What mattered was that I considered Yuki Nagato, the book-loving, reticent, petite, and ever-so-reliable classmate, one of us.
    If you looked at the SOS Brigade members, Nagato had the most knowledge as well as the ability to apply that knowledge. So I had a few more questions for her.
    “When did we first realize this?”
    I asked this question on a whim, but Nagato answered as though she’d been expecting it.
    “The eight thousand seven hundred sixty-ninth loop. Revelation has become more frequent as of late.”
    “Since we are consistently finding ourselves disoriented by déjà vu.”
    Koizumi seemed to agree.
    “However, during those past sequences, we were unable to correct the flow of time after realizing our situation.”
    “Yes,” said Nagato.
    Which explained why Asahina was crying right now. Because she now knew the truth. And then, two weeks’ worth of memories, experience, and growth would be reset…and she’d find herself crying after learning the truth again.
    And once again, I find myself with the same reaction I’ve had more times than I care to remember since meeting Haruhi back in spring. The same reaction I’ve had every time Haruhi created some kind of godforsaken mess. The same reaction I have right now.
    What the hell.
    And I’ve had that reaction 8,769 times in the past two weeks.
    Seriously…
    Chalk up another ridiculous conversation.
       
    We went stargazing the