Huh...
[Kaito has just seen today's date somewhere on the street - like a newspaper rack. He looks a bit baffled on the realization that,]
We've been here for a year today.
[He means Mekaito, whom he's absently talking to, but it applies to
leftsearching too.]
A lot has changed in a year, hasn't it? First we met another "me," then that bus showed up... things have gotten stranger and stranger around here since then, and I've also learned a lot from the people who were drawn here.
[he pauses thoughtfully, staring into space]
It's already been a whole year. Should I ... should I be ready to go back?