Ah. [The tennis racket detail is...strange. Sort of unexpected. Natsume considers for a moment, tapping at his chin.] I haven't seen anyone else with...sports items on their hands, I'm afraid, but I haven't really been looking. It's possible there's a connection.

[Another glance over his shoulder, then Natsume keeps walking, keeps moving forward.] This place seems intent on making us face our pasts and our innermost emotions. [Annoying.] So it makes sense if you spoke with an old friend, it might've...triggered this.