Let the psychobabble commence! I should be thankful, though. There weren't any Bach concertos, clapping penguins, or JFK assassination conspiracies. And Takeru doesn't grow up to hunt androids on a rubbish planet in the not-so-distant future while black slabs with vocoders dispatch divine blobs to kick off Armageddon for, oh, the third time or so.
There are butterflies, though.
All things considered, the story still makes sense. But, there's still little indication of how it'll all wrap up, and with only one episode left, I still fret. Interesting as this episode may be, it doesn't leave me feeling very optimistic. It just seems as if the story is pulling out all the stops - many of which were better off left undisturbed.
Oh well. I'll always have the goofy early episodes everyone else hates. I'll always have Mari.