(Welp...Kreutzer's attempts at being useful fell unsurprisingly short. At the very least, she didn't die or get horribly messed up like she did in Carnivalfield. That was bad. No, this time she made it out with her health intact. Not much she could do at this point except continue to survive through whatever the town decided to do next.

But at the very least, they decided to give her something for her troubles anyway. Made sense; the event was over so things were bound to be given back. On the front lawn of her house, Kreutzer looks over the mail and finds the letter addressed to her. She's hesitant to open it, but puts the rest of the mail back in the mailbox before doing so. In it is a picture of a faintly familiar girl. She stares at it for a few seconds before...)

...Rosa...

(And just like that, memories rush into her head, filling in the blanks that were there for so long. She remembered everything that happened, actually succeeding and, most importantly, the closest she had to a friend before Mayfield. It's far too much for her to handle; she clutches her head and screams. The sudden remembrance made her head throb in pain while simultaneously making her heart ache in agony. Before anything else can happen, Kreutzer flies away from the immediate area.)

John Doe Park; Nighttime

(It's been a long, long day for Kreutzer. Technically she didn't do anything, but remembering all of these things was the last straw for her. She was already weighed down by losing some of her best friends, but remembering the only one she had back home? And everything she did? She couldn't take it.

Kreutzer is sitting at the edge of the lake, a doll with striking resemblance to a certain unicorn held tightly in her arms as tears roll down the girl's cheeks. She spent enough of the day hiding from the rest of the town, especially from her housemates; they didn't have to see her like this.

Her sobs are quiet, but anyone passing by at the right time will hear her singing a particular song. Crying isn't enough to fully let her emotions out, so with indicative heartbreak, Kreutzer sings the song to completion before returning to her quiet sobbing.)

[Following the end of the void, Kyon wakes up in a cold sweat, with a conversation still lingering in his mind. That afternoon, he'll go to the phones...]

... I've had enough of this. Seriously, I have. Paradise isn't something that can be manufactured, and nobody ever has the right to be playing god, even if they have the power to do so.

(... I can see now exactly how incredibly crucial keeping Haruhi in the dark was now. What if she actually had succeeded in recreating the world that day so incredibly long ago? What if I was simply content to remain in Nagato's paradise when that happened?)

No true happiness can be formed through lies and deception. Zemekis, I have no idea whether or not you can hear this, or if you're even listening... But there's no way I can let you go on with this fucked up game forever. It may not be today, it may not be tomorrow, in fact I have no idea when it might be... But we will end this. We will end you. We will end everything. Nothing is perfect and nothing can last forever. Not even Mayfield.

{ACTION} Mayfield Elementary; before class
[Despite seeing and hearing some things he didn't want to encounter during the trip into the void, Czeslaw has been attending school without missing a day. Dressed in a white shirt with a tie (fixed to be straight by his drone mother) and jacket but missing his usual hat, Czes makes his way on campus, arriving a little bit early.

He bumps shoulders with people sometimes, uttering a small "sorry" whenever he does. But if he sees a face he recognizes, he looks up with the best smile he could plaster on his face.]

Hi... good morning! How's it going?

{ACTION} Stone Street; afternoon
[Czeslaw received something in the mail after coming home from school. It was just an envelope with a card inside, but what's important to Czes is what is dran on the card. It's a two-panel comic, a simple picture of a human with a wound in the first panel; the human's wound is healed in the second. He looks at it for a couple of seconds before he pales and nearly drops it, turning white and running inside the house.]

{PHONE} filtered to Firo Prochainezo
Firo! Hey Firo, can I talk to you?

[First he calls Firo, because this is the guy he was living with back home. First he's got to call Firo and see if he's still alive and around, and tell him what happened. He already tried to see if the mail wasn't joking, and sure enough it was real. The cut on his lip he bit down on it earlier healed in seconds.]

Not over the phone, though -- I can come to to your house or meet you anywhere, but I need to talk to you!

{ACTION} Nelson Street; nighttime
[Czes was also going to try calling Elmer C. Albatross but instead he runs. He remembers that Elmer lived on Nelson Street, so he runs as fast as he can to that street, hoping he'll find the house. But it's the one with the treehouse, right?

He's running so fast he might crash right into a passerby, saying "Sorry!" and hoping he won't get pulled into a conversation.]

[Action; outside 2237 Stevens Road]

[Regain time!  The event may have been irritating and dangerous just like always, but Yuna hasn't had a bad regain yet and she always looks forward to receiving something from home in the mail for her trouble.  This time, however, she seems puzzled by what she pulls out - a rather slick looking black suit, complete with dress shirt and black heels.]

Huh... I don't own anything like this.  Is the Post Office glitching too now?

[Blinking at the package curiously, Yuna unfolds the suit and decides to at least try on the jacket.  It's clearly well-made and visually striking, but the sleeves are a bit too long, and she has to roll them up at the ends to make it fit.  It also drapes just a bit too far past her waist, but the overall effect is pretty impressive.]

Yeah, this definitely isn't mine.  But whatever!  Maybe I can get it tailored or something.

[She'll just be spending some time looking at the dress shirt and pants after this, carefully lifting them out of the package and pressing them up against her body to check the fit.]

It might work, I guess...