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"I doubt it," Near commented. "In fact... I am not sure why Zero is still here. He has nothing to gain from it."

"You said he lies...is it possible that you've misjudged him?" Mail asked as they crept to a corner and Mail snuck a peek around into the next hall.

"I happen to lie too," Near informed. "And I am always able to see straight through his lies."

"...That's not what you said earlier." Mail smirked before starting down the next hallway.

Near reached out and grabbed him, dragging him another direction. "Matt's room is this way and as I said... I am a liar."

"That you are." Mail chuckled before he froze and quickly pulled Near into an empty- or at least he hoped so -room as he caught the sound of voices coming towards them.

Near went still as the door was closed after them and debated between checking the room for occupants and pressing his ear against the door.

Mail looked around and realized that it was dark in the room- the lights out. He could just barely make out small forms lying in the twin beds that occupied this room.

Pressing himself against the door, Near listened to the voices in hopes that they weren't aimed for this very room.

"We're doing everything we can to keep their arrival quiet." They heard someone- maybe Roger -saying in the hall as they passed. "Every precaution must be taken.

One of the small forms shifted with a soft groan on one of the twin beds.

Near's frown grew. Roger was trying to hide his arrival? Had coming to Wammies been a mistake? He had only wanted to learn if Mello and Matt were still alive...

"Oh crap." Mail whispered - Getting Near's attention.

"Shh!" Near told him as quietly as possible, before he followed Mail's eyes toward the twin beds and looked in surprise at the twin pairs of dark eyes staring back at them. "...Shit."

"Who is that!?" One of the little one's burst before Mail jumped over and covered the kid's mouth- the child immediately beginning to struggle in alarm.

Near moved closer and attempted to uncover the boy's mouth.

"Its Matt and Near, dummy!" The second boy hissed quietly. "They're playing sneak out, so shh!"

"MMPH!" The boy in Mail's arms started thrashing frantically before Mail let him go and fell back.