"He's not sick," Trick frowned at him. "They brought him in here because he was cold... I gotsta warm him up! Look at him, he's shaking!"

Next reached up and touched Matt's face, forcing the other to look at him through his dark lenses.

"I know you, Mister," He whispered. "A smoke and some dew is not going to fix how much it hurts to watch your best friend fall apart... again. I remember how painful it was when Naveen died... and yes, Near is in pain, but you need to remember that you matter, too..."

"Trick!" Treat whined as he crawled over and looked down at Near and his sibling.

"If you go to find Mels, who's watching the kids and Near?" Matt asked.

"We'll find someone," Next sighed. "Roger's still around and so is Indigo..."

Near whimpered and curled up to Tricks side, crying softly in his sleep.

"They weren't around when the shit went down." Matt muttered bitterly.

Treat blinked.

"...Hey, he's crying." He leaned over to look at Near's face.

"But they can at least watch them," Next pressed. "Near will probably sleep for a while... and if anything, Linda is still around here. You know she's good at comforting him when he's upset... Well, not as good at you, but good."

He ran his fingers through Matt's hair, gently.

"Just get some rest... an hour? Please?" The younger boy stared up at his love with pleading eyes... a look Matt had never really been able to resist.

"I wonder what's wrong..." Trick whispered, hugging Near closer to himself. "Do you think he's having a nightmare like I do...? He doesn't look scared... just sad..."

"N...Na...veen..." Near mumbled into Trick's shoulder, making the boy jump in alarm and look toward his brother.

"No, no!" Treat reached over and shook Near's shoulder. "No way!"

Matt sighed heavily and leaned back against the wall.

"I don't even know if they have someplace to put me." He grumbled.

Near mumbled and slowly opened his eyes, looking up at Treat with clouded eyes.

"They'll find room," Next whispered, leaning in to kiss Matt's cheek. "Please, Matt..."

"I'm going, I'm going." Matt sighed before leaning in and kissing the ivory-haired boy. "You be back soon and save me, okay?"

"...You're gonna stop crying now...right?" Treat blinked down at Near.

Sucking in a shallow breath, Near sat up and rubbed his eyes. Slowly he looked the twins over before whispering, "...Trick and Treat, right?"

"That's our names," Trick confirmed, looking at his brother in confusion. "Is Next your brother?"

Near's response was to let out a small sob.

"Of course," Next assured, giving Matt another gentle kiss before he left to find Linda - to tell her to go to Near - and then Mello.

"...Thanks...Trick." Treat sighed- his shoulders slumping as he watched Near cry. "...This just feels...bad."

"What did I say!?" Trick whined, frowning deeply. "I didn't say anything! I just asked about Next-! They look alike-!"

"Near...Near!" Treat scooted closer. "Can you stop long enough to tell us what's wrong!?"

Taking a deep breath, Near glanced at the twins. He calmed himself down for a moment - he was very skilled at doing so, after all - and slowly told them, "I used to have a twin... a brother. He... died. A year ago..."

Trick's eyes widened in horror, his entire body going still.

"...Died?" Treat repeated- looking just as shocked as Trick.

"He was... he was murdered..." Near continued, his voice shaking a little. "By someone who loved him and... and someone that I thought he loved. But I... I just found out that... that..."

He fell silent and after a long moment, Trick reached out and took Near's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Near glanced at him, before he quietly whispered, "He was in love with my husband. They were... in love with each other."

"Mello!?" Treat burst.

Near slowly nodded and Trick reached out and hugged him just as the white-haired boy burst into another round of small sobs, burring his face into the boy's shoulder.

'That must be Naveen,' Trick mouthed to his brother as he looked over his shoulder, his eyes wide and sad.

Treat sighed and reached out- patting Near's shoulder and blinking. He really was warm like Next was.

They sat like that for some time before the door came open and Linda stepped in, looking surprised.

"Near?" She whispered, coming over. Trick moved away and let her scoop the boy up into a hug. "What happened?"

"His brother died...that's what he said anyway." Treat scooted back from the two- coming to his brother's side.

"And he was in love with Mello," Trick added, making Near sob harder and Linda look at him in horror.

"Mello was WHAT!?!?" She shrieked and the twins could have sworn her pigtails swooped up to look like horns for a split second.

"Ah, loud and shrill!" Treat covered his ears and cowered a bit with his sibling.

Linda calmed down after a moment and began to rock Near, speaking to him quietly in what sounded like French.

"...I don't know those words." Treat told his brother hushly.

"That's probably the point," He replied, moving to curl up in one of the arm chairs and closing his eyes.

--Scene Change--

"OLIVER!" One shrieked, rushing forward and tackling the redhead, almost knocking him to the ground. "Ninja, you are AMAZING! How did you find him!?"

"I sent him a text message and told him to meet us here..." Ninja replied, lifting an eyebrow.

"...Simple...but brilliant." C nodded.

"Gah!" Oliver stumbled a bit. "One! I thought they caught you!"

He wrapped around the smaller boy tightly.

"They had!" One breathed. "But that weird Japanese guy that Near likes came and got us out, then we met up with some people and DUDE, OLIVER! Ninja is a redhead!"

He turned, pointing toward the group - where Ninja was still dressed like a ten year old girl, her hair in a braid, and Ender was still in a dress.

Oliver blinked.

"...And Ender's a girl?" He tilted his head and frowned. "Wait...THAT's Ninja!?"

He pointed and C immediately pushed his hand down.

"Don't tell the world!" C snapped.

"Ninja?" Ninja blinked, lifting an eyebrow. She cocked a hip and crossed her hands over her hips. "Pssh, whatever! Only boys like those things! They're dumb!"

"What do you like, sweetheart?" Ender asked, speaking in such a mom voice that Oliver had to wonder if he had the right group of people.

"The Jonas Brothers!" Ninja sighed, dreamily.

"...Ah, I think I just got cancer." Oliver muttered.

"Where's Far?" C asked Oliver.

"Oh, because I fuckin' know, right?" Oliver threw his hands up.

Ninja's pocket vibrated and she pulled out her phone, flipping it open. "Secret says that Far boarded a plane some time ago."

"...How would Secret know that?" One asked, before he paused. "How the hell did Secret send you a text message?!"

"Didn't we get him a Braille cell phone or something?" C asked.

"Where's Far going?" Oliver asked before pulling a bottle of pills out of his pocket and shaking it.

"Yeah, but he can't see the screen!" One cried. "And he's mute- he can't tell the phone to 'Text Ninja'!"

"Maybe it reads his mind," Ender commented, his voice bored.

"Yeah, there's an ap for that." Oliver rolled his eyes. "Guys, we got a few really bad factors. One, we're stuck here for the time being. Two, we've been duped and the bad guys are actually back home with our friends and three, we have a potential psychotic on plane flying back home."

They all lifted an eyebrow at one another before Ender said, "Beyond had his ass handed to him by Near and Zero was stabbed in the stomach. We already called in and checked up on them."

"Huh!?" Oliver gaped. "Who the fuck was gonna call me!?"

"...Secret?" C shrugged.

"We gotta get back there, Jesus Christ!" Oliver went on hysterically.

"Weren't you just saying we're stuck here?" Ender offered while One glared at Oliver.

"Why in such a hurry?" He asked, hotly.

"All hell's breaking lose!" Oliver told One before he blinked. "...What?"

"If you hadn't stayed out of sight, we could have gotten a hold of you faster and already been on a plane," Ender pointed out in his usual dead pan.

"Let's just get on a plane," One groaned. "I'm sure Matsuda can get us one..."

--Scene Change--

"I had a feeling I'd find you here," A voice called through the silence, cutting into it but for some reason not upsetting the flow.

Next moved up to Mello's side, staring down at the grave that had been marked for their departed mentor, though the actual body lay somewhere else entirely.

"...I knew you'd be coming." Mello replied lifelessly as his eyes continued to trace the Old English 'L' that marked the gravestone- the only form of writing on it.