Makoto felt a lot better than she had a few minutes, or even a few hours ago. Now that she had relieved the burning desire to hit someone that the grief gave her, and in the best way possible. Not even the club leader's scolding of her for using violence could bring her down. For the first time since her grandmother's death, she felt normal. Now though, she thought her parent's idea in investing in a punching bag was a good idea. Apparently she was in the anger cycle of grief. At least she was one step closer to acceptance. She still wasn't going to see a therapist. What could some stranger tell her about herself that she didn't already know?

Makoto had seen the school stalker/investigator/journalist, Seiko, taking pictures of the whole thing. She was fine with that, as long as they didn't end up somewhere public. She was fine with Seiko in general, as long as the girl didn't ask questions that were too personal. In which case she just ignored her. [i]"Enjoy the show?"[/i] She mouthed to the girl before turning her attention back to the club leader. Well, at least she turned her eyes back. Most of this stuff still went over her head. Maybe she'd understand better after the Halloween ghost hunt. That brought a question to mind that she hadn't thought of before.

It was the most important question of all and one that she should have thought of before, considering the word Halloween had been mentioned. "Hey, club leader, if this ghost hunt is happening on Halloween, should we all show up in costume?" She asked completely seriously. Makoto loved Halloween, it was an excuse to dress up in a costume and run around in public without being looked at like she was crazy. And of course, every year she went as some variation of Captain America. And this being Japan, nobody else dressed up as her beloved American superheroes. They were more about their anime characters and fancy Lolita clothing and all that.