"No thanks necessary for a friend." Mail replied. "Do you mind if I carry you?"

"No," The younger boy admitted, resting his head against Mail's shoulder as he was scooped up, letting his eyes close. "Wammy's should be a half an hour drive..."

"Southhampton Airport is about an eight mile drive." Mail offered. "But I need directions when we get to Winchester."

"I should be awake enough by then," Near informed. "I hope that Mat... Mail has a car for rent, I refuse to let a taxi driver know where Wammy's is... if it still is there."

"Don't worry, I called in for a rental, it'll be waiting for us." Mail assured as they stepped off the plane.

Lots of people turned to look at the two as they came off the plane- finding Mail attractive and Near adorable and the combination of the older boy carrying the younger just to tie it all together just worth of stopping and staring.

"I would think Mail would be used to this," Near informed as he noticed the redhead tense.

"I don't like the attention you and I get." Mail admitted.

Near popped an eye open, but waited until they were in the elevator and the doors were closed before he asked, "Why is that?"

"...Believe it or not, Nate thinks I soak up the attention, but I'd prefer moving around without anyone knowing." Mail told the ivory-haired boy.

"I am not surprised," Near admitted, opening both eyes now - he appeared to be waking up, though still groggy. "Most celebrities feel this way."

"Yeah...but not all celebrities are me." Mail smirked.

"I should hope not," Near informed, pushing himself into a standing position as the doors opened.

"You good to walk?" Mail asked as they stepped off.

"Yes, my thanks to Mail," Nate informed as they slipped through the less populated baggage claim, which was where they would pick up their rental car.

Mail spoke at a counter and signed off on a form before getting the car keys and heading off- taking Near's hand and leading him along.

"Mail does know that in England driving is done on the opposite side from America, correct?" Near pressed as they walked through the parking garage.

"Mail does know that in England driving is done on the opposite side from America, correct?" Near pressed as they walked through the parking garage.

"So I drive on the right here?" Mail asked as he turned off the car's alarm and unlocked the doors.

Near gave a small sound that might have been a giggle before he slipped into the car. "...What is this?" He inquired, pointing to the stereo system and GPS in confusion.

"That...is the full package." Mail grinned. "I don't go travel if it's not in style. I'm sure you recognize that Jag from James Bond movies?"

"I don't watch movies," Near informed, turning to look at the redhead.

"Oh." Mail blinked. "Well, this is a really expensive and full-loaded European car. Stereo, on-board computer with GPS tracking and navigation. The thing is even low-jacked just in case someone steals it or something."

"...I speak 17 different languages," Near informed. "And I haven't a clue what Mail just said."

Mail laughed and slipped into the driver's seat.

"Near, you're gonna love this time period." He murmured as he started up the engine.

Near buckled his seat-belt and sat back, watching in amazement as Mail turned on the GPS and it gave them their location.

From there he was able to give accurate directions - refusing to feed the address into the system with the excuse that it wasn't on a map, so it wouldn't be in there - and smiled as Mail raced down the roads.

Mail was taking all of the old country roads- long and curvy so he could build up speed and keep them moving from side to side- really give Near a feel of how fast they were cruising. Despite the cold weather, Mail kicked on the heater and rolled down Near's window to get the boy some wind in his insanely curly hair.

Near smiled widely as they cruised, even laughing a little bit as he woke up more and more from his drugged state.

Eventually they pulled to a stop outside of Wammy's and he rolled up the window, his smile gone.

"...Wow, it looks like some converted old church." Mail murmured darkly as they came to the iron gates.

"It is," Near whispered. "Or was... still is?"

He sighed as he stepped out of the car and pulled Nate's coat around himself.

It looked just as it always did... the grass was even kept up, despite the cold, and the swing sets looked like they'd been played on recently.

"...Well, is there a welcoming committee or do we just let ourselves in?" Mail asked as he stepped up and touched the gate.

Near slowly moved over and pulled on the gate a little, before pushing it open.

Carefully he stepped up the drive and crossed the stone path, approaching the doors and feeling his heart pounding in his chest.

Mail watched Near a moment before slipping his hand over the other boy's.

"I'm right here with you...okay?" Mail offered.

The younger boy was quiet for a moment, before he gave a nod of thanks and quietly knocked on the front door.

There was a momentary pause before the door slowly cracked open and a older gentleman poked his head out to see them. He looked between the two before pulling the door open wide enough to admit them.

"...Please come in." He offered.

Carefully Near slipped inside, pulling Mail with him and shifting uncomfortably.

"I have no idea what you're wearing." The old man shook his head as he closed the door behind them. "I wouldn't let the children see you in that."

"It was not my choice to put it on," Near mumbled, pulling the coat closer around himself.

"He had to look the part." Mail defended.

"Nancy!" The old man called down the hall.

"...Roger does not seem surprised to see me," Near whispered, a frown crossing his features.

"...It's a bit of a story." Roger replied. "But you very much resemble someone else. I didn't want to jump to any conclusions, but...Near?"