"C'mon." Mail reversed on Nate and pulled him out a door and into the stairwell.

He turned and started up the steps briskly- helping the other boy along.

Nate followed him quietly, too focused on catching his breath to try and figure out where they were going.

Mail stopped and came off a few floors up from the party, which brought them into a long corridor- leading to a large apartment at the end of the hall. He pushed the door open and stepped inside- pulling Nate in.

"You're out of breath." The redhead commented.

"Whose... apartment is this?" Nate inquired with a deep frown, finally taking notice of their sudden departure. "Chester... has my... inhaler..."

"You're having an attack?" Mail blinked. "I'll make some black coffee...would he keep a spare in here somewhere?"

He wandered into the kitchen.

"This is his place-!?" Nate wheezed. "I... there's a spare in... my jacket... check... the closet...!"

Mail hurried into the closet- pulling it open.

"Which one's yours?" He asked urgently.

"The blue hoodie!" Nate snapped, coming over and helping him look. "How many coats does he have in here-!?"

The two of them pushed through the seemingly endless jackets for a moment.

"It's not here!" Nate groaned. "Where'd he put it?"

"I'm gettin' you the caffeine!" Mail said- running back into the kitchen.

The door came open and Mihael looked around.

"...Nate?" He called.

"I'm in here!" Nate called, still shuffling through things in the closet. "Trying to find my cooaaagh!"

He tripped over something on the ground - an umbrella by the looks of it - and hit the ground hard.

...Hit the ground. Not the back of the closet.

Blinking in confusion and surprise, Nate propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at the carpeted floor beneath him. It was deep green with a boring tan pattern that reminded him of an old folk's home.

Looking up, he gave a small glance around. He appeared to be in some sort of hallway... it was dark, only a night-light every so often around to light the way.

"Uhh..." He offered as he sat up, before he looked down and realized he was wearing a white button down, instead of the shirt he had been wearing earlier. "What the hell!?"

"Who's up?" Came a voice and a light began to come around the corner.

Jumping in alarm, Nate turned back toward the closet and quickly slipped inside, pulling the door closed.

He turned to go back into Chester's apartment, ready to have Mail and Mihael not believe him, only to hit a wooden wall. Panic filling him, the boy pressed his hands against it, his eyes wide.

Okay, he had to have hit his head... this was all a dream!

"Hello?" It sounded like an elder man and Nate could see light shining in through the cracks in the closet doors. "Anyone here?"

The teenager's breath caught in his throat and he felt his lungs constrict even more. He started to wheeze desperately and rather loudly, which only made the panic rise even more.

Who ever this guy was... he didn't want to get caught! But he needed air... he needed his inhaler! God damn Chester for taking it-!

The doors came open and an old man looked in on Nate- blinking behind his small- round glasses and shining if flashlight in on the boy.

"...Near?" He frowned before adding urgently, "What's wrong!?"

Wincing as the light hit his sensitive eyes, Nate gripped his chest and tried to peer past it at the man. The voice sounded familar... but he couldn't place it.

Wait... had that guy just called him Near?

"C...can't... b...br...breathe...!" He wheezed out, stumbling toward the man in hopes that the guy was smart enough to at least get him to a doctor. "H...help...!"

"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!"

"...Mail!" Mihael called- sounding furious. "Mail, what did you give him!?"

"Mello knows Matt's name!?" Nate shrieked in horror. "Don't shout it so loud-!"

"What the hell!?" Mail came in. "Nate, I have the coffee."

He came over and brought a hot cup to the ivory-haired boy.

"Drink, hurry!" He pleaded.

"I don't drink coffee," Nate informed, eying Mail. He was still tense and looked extremely freaked out. "Matt knows that!"

He peered into the steaming cup, frowning.

"And I'm allergic to dairy," He commented, slowly. "There is cream in there... Matt, what is going on? Why are Mello and Matt acting so strange? Where am I?"

"He called me Mello again." Mihael frowned before he grabbed Mail- shaking his roughly and making the redhead spill the hot beverage. "What did you do!?"

"Stop!" Nate snapped, getting up and looking as if he would jump in, but holding back for some reason. "This isn't Matt's fault! He hasn't done anything to me!"

"Then what's this shit about calling me Mello and him Matt!?" Mello burst. "Or that you don't drink coffee!? You're acting weird!"

"Mello is the one acting weird!" Nate cried. "Mello knows I don't drink coffee!"

He winced a bit as he moved and the light from the kitchen hit his eyes.

"Where are my contacts?" He breathed. "I was wearing them!"