"Which club are you in?"

"Oh? The Going Home club, of course."

"...don't lie to me, I've never seen you in that clubroom."

"Huh? Ain't that just a lingo--"

"That club exists. If you're just trying to play it cool, don't ever talk to me again."

Yoshida was really strange today.

What's wrong with the Going Home club? It's a well-known lingo!

While joining a club wasn't mandatory, it's so uncool to say I'm not in a club, as opposed to—I'm in the Going Home club!

To be honest though, it's the first time I've been asked this question, ever since I enrolled in this school. Since I'm a part of the cool kids, I got to say it at least once!

The moment school hours ended, I went to the place, where the rumored Going Home club was located. It's really strange. When I asked a few times, they're all pointed at the same location.

Third floor, old school building. The door was laden with dust and spiderwebs; some of the floorboards are rickety as well.

I gulped my saliva as I tried to ascertain what's behind. There were a faint crying and wailing sound similar to a small animal, accompanied by static noises.

Behind the door, I saw ET. He's just like in the movies. I don't know what he's doing here in Japan.

...in his hand, was an old landline phone.

It took him a bit, before he wiped his tears and gazed weakly at me.

"I want to go home..."

ET in Japan.

Coming soon in Theatres.