Exactly how long does it take for a teenage girl of reasonably robust health and staggering energy to sprint halfway across Havenwell? Shinji might be the first person to learn the answer to this question.

After waiting so patiently through all those minutes, he'll hear a distant yell, one that rapidly grows louder as Kyoko hurtles through the streets toward her destination, her sturdiest soup pot tucked under one arm like a football. Mysteriously, nobody is approaching her to attempt another tie-up. Huh!

As she nears the finish line, she slows, raising the pot above her head. "I found iiiiiit...!"