Haruhi couldn't even think about the case. Here Tamaki was... younger than she had left him the night before, and just as she'd remembered him being... in high school. He'd been so much more mature last she saw him... "But.. what?" She then thought about what Ryoji had said about her being older... how things had gotten mixed up.

"I... I think I have a few." Haruhi picked up her briefcase - the one Tamaki had gotten her for Christmas all those years ago - and opened it, sorting through it to hand Kyouya a few pieces of paper, but then turned to look at Tamaki, still amazed. "Tamaki.. How old are you...?"