Morning brought fresh tasks and the same Pacific light.
Leo completed the morning efficiently. He dug holes in the garden without complaint, and at one point corrected a planting technique that the conservation team's coordinator later admitted had been quietly wrong for three seasons. He did this without being asked and without making anything of it.
"He just fixes things," Zoey Foster said to Ryan, watching from a few rows over.
Ryan considered this. "Some people see problems. He sees solutions and skips the part in between."
"Is that impressive or exhausting?"
"Probably both," Ryan said, "depending on whether you're working with him or against him."
By evening, the living room. Episode three of Anohana was queued.
But first, the group had questions about episode two - specifically about the Nokémon plan, which had been percolating in several people's heads all day.
"So they bought the game," Marcus Lane said, the moment they sat down. "Got the rare Pokémon. And it wasn't the wish."
"Correct," Leo said.
"Did Poppo actually think it was going to work?"
"Yes," Leo said. "Completely."
Marcus absorbed this. "That's either very touching or very stupid."
"It's both," Asher Reed said, from the armchair he had claimed as his own over the past two evenings. "That's Poppo. He finds something concrete to believe in and commits entirely. The intelligence isn't in the plan. It's in what the plan forces everyone to do." He paused. "Sorry. I'm too close to this character."
Leo glanced at him. "You're not wrong."
The Global Stream comment thread had arrived at the same conclusion overnight, with varying degrees of emotional damage:
[They bought a video game to grant a ghost's wish. The logic is completely unhinged. I love these people so much it's alarming.]
[So Menma's wish isn't the Nokémon. Then what IS it? I haven't slept. I'm building theories. My roommate is concerned.]
[The real wish was the friends we made along the way — no wait that's actually LITERALLY WHAT'S HAPPENING. Leo Vance you absolute menace.]
Gordon Ramsey, reading the last comment over Ryan's shoulder, said nothing for a moment. Then: "That last one has a point."
"The game was always the excuse," Leo said. "Poppo needed a reason to gather everyone. Menma needed everyone to gather. The Nokémon was just the door."
"And Menma knew the game wasn't her real wish?"
"Menma knew the whole time." Leo reached for his coffee. "She just couldn't tell them what it actually was. So she let them try things."
The room absorbed this. Zoey Foster looked at the ceiling with the expression of someone quietly revising everything they thought they understood about the first two episodes.
Episode three opened on Jintan at school.
He looked, walking through those corridors, like a man who had woken up inside someone else's life and was trying to figure out how to proceed. The background students stared. His expression said clearly that he found this exhausting but had decided to be here anyway, which is a different thing from wanting to be here.
Cicadas. People. Sweat. Staring. Makes me sick, ran his internal monologue, delivered in a flat interior voice that got a genuine laugh from Ben T.
"He's narrating his own misery like a nature documentary," Ben T. said.
"He's been alone with his thoughts for a long time," Leo said. "He's gotten good at observing himself from a distance. It's easier than participating."
"You wrote that from experience?"
Leo smiled slightly. Said nothing.
At The Cabin, the scene that drew the most reaction was a quiet one: Menma exploring Jintan's house alone while he was at school. Moving from room to room with the careful delight of someone who has been given something precious and is afraid to break it. She found the kitchen. She found his father's methodical habit of leaving food prepared. She found, on the kitchen counter, a plate covered with cling wrap that hadn't been touched.
Why won't the old man scold me? Jintan had said at the episode's opening. Not that I want him to. Actually, maybe it'd be better if he did.
The father never answered that question onscreen. He just kept leaving food.
Then came Poppo's barbecue invitation.
He arrived at Jintan's door holding hand-lettered flyers, the "End of Summer Search for Menma Association," promising a barbecue, an evening gathering, and the implicit suggestion that maybe if everyone was in the same place at the same time, something would become clear. The logic was Poppo logic: expansive, generous, slightly chaotic, impossible to fully argue with.
Maybe Menma wanted to see her own ghost, he offered as justification, which made Zoey Foster inhale sharply.
"That line," she said.
"Yes," Leo said.
"He's not wrong, is he."
"No."
The gathering assembled gradually - Jintan and Menma, then Anaru arriving separately, pretending she was only passing by. Tsuruko, quiet and observant. The tension of five people who had not been in the same place since a girl died, now sitting around a barbecue in the last warmth of summer, trying to pretend this was ordinary.
And then Yukiatsu walked in.
He came carrying proper ingredients - herb salt, olive oil, ribs. He came looking like someone who had prepared carefully for a casual appearance. And within thirty seconds of sitting down, he said it:
Actually, I just saw Menma.
The barbecue went silent on screen. At The Cabin, it also went silent.
"He's lying," Mary M. said.
"Is he?" Marcus asked.
"He has to be. Right?" Mary looked at Asher, who was studying his hands with extraordinary attention. "Asher."
"I can't say anything."
"That means he's lying."
"It means I can't say anything."
Zoey Foster looked at Leo. Leo was watching the screen with the particular patience of someone who has already read the last page.
"Leo," Zoey said. "Is the show going to explain what's wrong with him?"
"Yes."
"Soon?"
"Episode five."
The room reacted to this timeline with the specific despair of people who have two more episodes to wait and already feel like they can't.
[Yukiatsu said he saw Menma and my stomach dropped through the floor. SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH HIM AND I NEED TO KNOW WHAT.]
[The way he said it. So calm. So specific about the white dress. Something about this is deeply off and I can't stop thinking about it.]
[End of Summer Search for Menma Association barbecue and then Yukiatsu shows up and casually destroys the mood.]
Gordon Ramsey stood up before the episode had fully ended, collected the evening's cups with the quiet efficiency he'd developed over thirty years in professional kitchens, and took them to the sink. When he came back, he stood in the doorway rather than sitting again.
"Episode five?" he said.
"Episode five," Leo confirmed.
Gordon nodded once and went to bed. This was, everyone present understood, a form of respect.
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