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"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.