The woman ignored Mail and rushed over, scooping Near up and crushing him to his chest. She let out after a few seconds however, since it was obvious he was uncomfortable. "You are alive... you're here!"

"Yeah, we can all see that." Mail replied. "Uhh...so you guys apparently know who we are and what we're doing here, so when are you filling us in?"

The woman glanced at Roger, before shooing them out of the front room and back into one of the offices, making sure that none of the students saw them.

"Man, what the hell's going on?" Mail frowned.

"Understand that this is a very delicate situation in which we have some very specific instructions to follow." Roger explained. "You see...someone already informed us that this would be happening."

"Someone?" Near pressed, before he frowned. "...Nate?"

"Try not to say too much out loud." Roger warned. "In the later years, more and more ears opened in the walls here."

"I would appreciate knowing what is going on," Near whispered. "I would also like to know if-"

He was cut off as Nancy put a finger on his lips.

"As we said," She whispered. "We have specific instructions... and one of them is to not answer your questions."

"That's pretty convenient, but are they just 'his' questions or mine too?" Mail asked.

The woman completely ignored him. "For now, we need you to get to a room and get out of those clothes," She eyed him with a deep frown. "We're going to call 'him' up and you two can get something to eat and some rest while we do so."

"You trust the two of us together?" Mail asked. "Left unsupervised and to our own devices?"

"I trust him," She informed, motioning to Near. "You obviously don't know him well if you can't see why."

"I was talking about me, but that's fair." Mail smirked before taking Near's hand again. "C'mon, lets get outta their way."

Nancy pulled out a phone and Near watched in awe as she pressed the buttons like she'd been doing it her whole life.

"Nancy uses text messages now?" He inquired.

"Wammies went digital," She informed, smiling weakly, before looking up as a twenty something year old young man stepped into the room.

"Wow... he really is here," The boy said - he was Japanese with long hair pulled back into a ponytail. "And he looks... like a hooker?"

"You're one to talk." Mail snorted- looking the new arrival over.

"I don't consider jeans and a t-shirt to be what hookers wear, but perhaps in America?" The young man commented. "Near, why are you wearing that?"

"It is good to see Zero again, too," Near informed, moving over and peering up at the boy. "...Zero became taller."

"Near became shorter," Zero replied, smiling sadly. "...I've missed you, chibi-chan. Hey, I can actually call you that now!"

"...Oh wow, are you gonna hug?" Mail asked the two- looking between them. "So there's a 'Zero'?"