There's a flash of annoyance from Zangetsu. Why Gon -- why Yuuya? But he's having a hard time getting the visuals from Gon. He can tell there's more than just the emotions, but it's a bit like trying to make out images from the static snow on a television.

He stops, making a show of stretching and adjusting the shovel. In reality, he's closing his eyes and focusing on something unseen -- picturing the souls around him as ribbons.

He can see them, the reiraku ribbons of each of the carnival members on the farm, brilliant white and run through with streaks and hints of the colors of their souls. Gon's is the closest, and the most intense, and the easiest to grab.

And he does physically grab it. For a split second, a flash of white is visible in Zangetsu's fist, then it is gone. Gon will get the sensation of... well... what do they call it? "Someone walking over your grave"? It's eerie, but reassuring all at once.

He wraps the concept of the ribbon around his wrist and goes back to work in the physical plane. Ah, there. Like jiggling the rabbit ears on an old TV set, the reception is much much clearer.

A clock. The passage of time, the sun passing over the farm and darkness rising. A question. When.