Watari, Roger

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[It's been quite a long time since Wammy has been in Winchester. Generally, he hasn't got the time, flying around the world with L as he tends to do. However, there's always something quietly exciting about returning... and always something terribly nostalgic. Here is where he held L's hand 22 years ago, just outside the gate to what was once Wammy's personal abode. Here is where he stood the day he opened the doors to Wammy's House. And here, where he stood when he turned a set of keys over to Roger and left that world behind to follow L's destiny, and his will.]

[Well, it's not like he hasn't been back since, but even so!]

[He unlocks the gate, and it's like twenty years ago again. He moves through the landscaped lawn - through the misty rain, avoiding puddles - to the ornately carved front door. And when he pushes the doors open, he is flooded with golden lamplight and the laughter of children. In the main hall, he catches a glimpse of Near's pale form, hunched over his white puzzle pieces, and he greets a few of the children before reaching Roger's office.]

[It was his office, once, before his responsibilities shifted from the House to a series of hotels. In a way, he misses this place, the way children yearn for their first homes long after they've left it behind.]

[With a little smile, he pushes the doors open.]