"NANCY!" The old man called in alarm- scooping Nate up in his arms. "Stay calm! Nancy! Hurry!"

A light came on in a room, before the door flew open and a woman - maybe in her 30s - came running.

"What is it?" She asked before she realized and quickly motioned for him to follow as she ran ahead.

Had it been any other time, Nate would have wondered about trusting these strangers... however he had no real choice at the moment and they seemed to have his best interest at heart, even if they only knew him as his character from the TV show.

"Breathe slowly." The old man was saying. "Slow, controlled breaths. How did you have an attack now?"

"Wha...?" He tried as he was placed on a bed. However before he could really make the point that he had no idea what the crazy man was going on about, an inhaler was being shoved into his arms and he was shaking it before placing it in his mouth.

Pressing down on the top, the boy took as deep of a breath as he could and tried his best to hold it, before letting it out. He could feel his lungs ease up a little as he shook the inhaler, before taking a second dose - as required - and finally relaxing.

The old man brushed his bangs aside and looked at the woman.

"Does he need shot?" He asked. "I don't know how he just suddenly had an attack like that."

"A... a shot?" Nate asked, his eyes going wide. "It was a gosh darn asthma attack, why the heck would I need a shot?!"

Nancy's eyes went wide and she took a step back, placing a hand over her heart, as if his words had caused her to have a heart attack then and there.

The old man blinked before looking at Nancy.

"...That was new." He commented before turning back to Nate. "Near...why are you out of your room?"

"...You're a nut, aren't you?" Nate asked him, lifting an eyebrow.

Nancy cried out as if she's been struck. "He said 'you'! Twice! Roger!"

"I'm worried...who do we call?" Roger asked the woman.

"Call L," She whispered, looking rather grim.

Nate felt his lungs constrict... but this time not from Asthma.

--

As Mihael stepped into Chester's apartment he heard a thud from inside the man's front closet.

"Nate?" Mihael blinked before pulling the door open.

The albino boy stumbled out and fell to the ground, looking rather winded and surprised.

He jumped a bit and looked down at the hard wood floor as if he had never seen such a thing in his life. Then his eyes swept the room in alarm, before finally shooting up to Mihael.

"Nate, what are you doin' in there?" Mihael frowned before kneeing down and helping the boy up.

The younger boy jerked back in alarm, looking up at Mihael in horror.

"Mello... Mello knows my name?" He breathed as he pushed the other's hands off of himself and began to scoot away... He almost looked like a scared pet, backed into a corner.

"Nate?" Mihael frowned. "Of course I know you- did you call me...Nate, what's wrong?"

He took a step forward.

"Where am I?" 'Nate' cried, his entire body tense as he pressed himself into the wall. "...What am I wearing? I look like a hooker!"