"Haruhi!" Just great, Tamaki-sempai.

"Hey sempai, what is it?" I yawned. I can't believe I fell asleep at our club meeting today. Tamaki-sempai did to but he doesn't need much to get hyper and annoying.

"Listen Haruhi my old man just showed me this brochure for a mystery tour! This one is about a team of novelists who mysteriously disappeared! Let's go!"

"Sempai that tour ended like 19 years ago. Anyway, I don't have the time to go to some decaying mansion. I have homework, laundry, dishes, and bathroom duties to get done." Wow, now that I think about it, I have to do more than that since Dad is out of town.

"But Haruhi, I want to spend more time with my daughter."

"Look sempai, I can't go. But you sound excited. Why don't you go, take some pictures, and then show me when you get back. You know show me proof it's fun." Tamaki perked up and smiled.

"Yes, yes, that's brilliant. I'll come to your place when I get back!" With that the simpleton was off.

That Night!

I opened my eyes slowly and glared at my vibrating cell phone. I picked it up and answered it.

"Hello?" I mumbled.

"Hi, Haruhi just wanted to tell you I'm going in!" I looked at the clock.

"Sempai, it's midnight. Do it in the morning its dangerous."

"Oh, I'll be fine. Bye, Haruhi!"

"Wait, sem—" Tamaki hung up. Great, I hope he breaks his nails. Rich people care about that… don't they?

Noon, and still no call from Tamaki. I wonder if he's okay. I had just finished scrubbing the bathroom when the clock had signaled noon. He is either sleeping, or lost in that odd mansion. I better call. I took out my phone and dialed. No answer. I tried his house.

"Hello?" An old woman answered.

"Ah, uh, yes hello. Um, may I speak with, um, Master Tamaki?" What the heck am I supposed to say to rich people!?

"I'm sorry, but the Master has not returned from his trip. May I take a message?"

"No, that's okay. Thank you, goodbye," I slammed my phone shut. Well he can't be hurt, probably enjoying himself. Why am I so worried? I told him to go, and he was so excited. I turned and left the sparkling bathroom and headed for the kitchen. I reached over to the first dirty dish and went back to work.

The clock chimed nine as I shut my notebook. Still no call from Tamaki-sempai. This wasn't like him. I opened my desk drawer and took out the brochure Tamaki-sempai gave me. Two hour walk… I'm going, just to check on him.

The house looked so, dead. It seemed like even the lightest rain could send it crashing down. Maybe I should come in the morning. But, Tamaki-sempai still hadn't called. And a rescue team wouldn't wait, so neither should I! I turned on my flashlight and walked to the door wondering what happened to Tamaki-sempai.