Upon hearing your receptionist’s greeting, your ears perk (as always) for the voices you’ve missed these six years gone. Not that they would come now, six years out... but hope and longing are funny things. And with this family of yours, one never knows.

“Haruhi-san is busy. You may make an appointment, though.”

“How about we play a game?” two voices (identical) query.

‘Welcome home,’ you think, and buzz. “Send the Hitachiins in.”

“What should I do about the others?”

Grin. “Leave the blue-eyed one out there.”

“HARUHI!”

Laughter floods into your life again. You’ve missed it these six years.