"What!?" Mello breathed- his anger being replaced with utter shock.

"Near disappeared, I appeared here," Nate sighed, giving Matt a somewhat apologetic look. "Chances are he's where I was."

"But how does a time traveler like you get back?" Matt asked.

"Time...what?" Mello frowned and looked between them. "Who the HELL are you!?"

"I told you!" Nate groaned. "I'm Nathaniel River! I'm from the year 2011, which is why Matt keeps saying I'm a time traveler, and I'm an actor who plays Near in a TV show about L and his successors!"

Mello stood where he was- staring blankly and blinking.

"...You're completely bat shit insane." He murmured.

Matt sighed and held his forehead.

"Oh yeah?" Nate snapped, glaring at him. "Then how do I know that you love chocolate? Or that you wear a rosary around your neck? Or that you're thinking about leaving Wammy's because Near keeps besting you? Or that Near keeps besting you at all? OR that he keeps a photograph of you that you gave to him!?"

Mello's eyes shot wide at the mention of the photo. How could this guy possibly know about the photo?

"Yeah. That's in the script," Nate scoffed. "He gives it back to you."

Well... Mello demands for it back with a gun to Near's head, but Nate didn't want to say that part.

"I didn't ask to get sucked here," He snapped. "Just like I'm sure Near didn't ask to get dragged to my place." If he's there, he mentally noted. "But if he's there then he's screwed because those idiots aren't going to realize that this kids probably got aspies."

"Aspies?" Matt blinked.

Mello was only half-hearing what was being said. His mind had wandered a bit on the photo and then the mention of Near just giving it back made him feel...heavy?

"Aspergers?" Nate asked, rolling his eyes. "Its a form of autism? Anyway... we need to figure out how to get me back there and him back here, so I suggest you lot put your big ol' brains to work. Hey!"

Reaching out, Nate snapped his fingers in front of Mello's face.

"Pay attention!" He snapped. "Or your ass is stuck with me!"

Mello blinked at Nate- seeming to wake up.

"Where did you come from?" He asked.

"You mean when." Matt corrected.

"No, dip-ass, you mean where." Mello rolled his eyes- making Matt blink in confusion. "Did you just frickin' appear in the orphanage or what?"

"I was in the closet of this idiot's apartment, freaking out and looking for my inhaler," Nate explained. "I tripped and fell out and suddenly I was in your gosh darn hallway and that old guy was like, 'who is out of bed'? I think I hit my head, too... it hurts pretty bad."

Matt frowned and looked at Nate concernedly.

"...You do have a bad bump there, I think." Matt reached up and touched Nate's forehead.

"The closet?" Mello blinked. "...Near was in..."

"No, I said that I was," Nate corrected. "I have no idea where Near was."

He didn't fight Matt's touch... in fact, he leaned in to it a little.

Matt blinked and rubbed Nate's forehead gently.

"This feel better." Matt asked.

"Near was in the closet too." Mello crossed his arms over his chest- cocking his hips. "You two literally switched right out."

The albino stared at him for a moment, before he frowned. "What the hell did you lock him in the closet for, you creep?"