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sure?”
    He pinched as hard as he could. It hurt. And it didn’t wake me up. I opened my eyes to find that Asakura was still standing before me with her lips pursed in a semicircle.
    Something’s going on here.
    I suddenly noticed that we had the entire class’s attention. Their eyes were all focused on me as though I were an old stray with canine distemper. Damn, why? I haven’t said anything wrong.
    “Son of a bitch.”
    I asked the people nearby the following two questions.
    Where is Haruhi Suzumiya?
    Didn’t Ryoko Asakura transfer out?
    Their responses were no help. Like they were all in on this together.
    “Don’t know.”
    “Nope.”
    I was starting to feel nausea in addition to the dizziness. I was struck by a jarring disconnect from reality that forced me to put my hand on a nearby desk for support. It felt like a part of my soul had been shattered.
    Asakura laid her hand on my arm and leaned in with a worried look on her face. The sweet fragrance from her hair was numbing me.
    “You should probably go to the nurse’s office. Strange things can happen when you’re sick. That must be it. I believe that you’re coming down with a cold.”
    No!
    I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. I wasn’t acting strange. This situation was strange.
    “Let me go.”
    I brushed Asakura’s hand away as I headed for the classroom door. The vague disconcerting sensation had seeped through my skin and into my head. The sudden cold outbreak, the disparity in my conversation with Taniguchi, the absence of Haruhi’s name in the student directory, the appearance of Asakura… huh? Haruhi’s gone? Nobody remembers her? How is that possible? Doesn’t the world revolve around her? Isn’t she the focus of everybody in the universe?
    I mentally yelled at my legs as they tripped over each other, leaving me to practically crawl out of the classroom.
    Nagato’s face was the first thing to pop into my mind. She would be able to explain this situation. The reticent, omnipotent alien android, Yuki Nagato, was always able to provide a solution. I’d be willing to say that Nagato was the only reason I was alive today.
    Nagato would know.
    She would be able to save me from this predicament.
    Nagato’s class was nearby. It took only a few seconds to reach without my even having to run. My mind was still a jumble as I opened the door and searched for her small and short-haired figure.
    She wasn’t there.
    However, it was too early to despair. She usually spent lunch in the clubroom reading. It’d be hasty to conclude that Nagato had also disappeared just because she wasn’t in the classroom.
    Koizumi was the next thing to pop into my mind. The literary club room in the old shack was pretty far away. The second-year classroom where I would find Asahina was also in a different building. It would be faster to go down a floor to 1-9. Itsuki Koizumi, you better be there. I’ve never been so desperate to see Koizumi’s grinning face.
    I jogged through the hallway and skipped down the stairs, threeat a time, as I made my way to the corner of the building where 1-9 was, praying the entire time for the esper freak to be there.
    I passed 1-7’s classroom and 1-8’s classroom to find myself in front of 1-9’s…
    “… What the hell is this?”
    I finally came to a halt as I turned to look at the nameplates on the wall again. To the left of class 1-8 was class 1-7. And to the right of 1-8 was—
    A landing that led to the emergency stairwell.
    Gone. Without a trace.
    “This is too much, man…”
    Forget Koizumi.
    Class 1-9 no longer existed.
    Wits’ end, seriously.
    Who would imagine that a classroom could disappear in the span of a day? This was nothing like a missing person. Every member of the class was gone. The school building had shrunk. You couldn’t manage that in one night, even with a rush job. Where did the members of 1-9 go?
    I was so shocked that I had lost track of time. I have no idea how long I stood there, but a