Ok, here is version number one. In this version Nate's dad opens the door instead of Nate.
Alternative #1; Nate's dad opens the door
There was some shouting and frantic footsteps and the door opened. Standing in the doorway was a man that looked to be in his 30's.
"Shane?" he asked, "It is you!"
"Um," I said as he hugged me.
"What's wrong?" he asked confused.
"He doesn't remember," Nate said from inside the house. I saw him standing at the foot of a staircase.
"Well come on inside," the man ushered. Hesitantly, I walked in and stood, looking at the house. The room we were standing in, I assume the living room, was three stories tall and had a giant chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Nate, Jason, and the man were all dressed in nice clothes. Self-consciously, I touched my old, wrinkled shirt.
"I thought you didn't believe me," Nate said.
"You knew he was alive?" the man asked. Nate blushed and looked at the floor.
"Jason and I go to school with him and…"
"You knew too?" the man said, turning to Jason who had just walked into the room.
"Sorry, Dad," he said, looking ashamed.
"Okay, I want the whole story and I want it now!" Nate and Jason's dad demanded, turning to me. Before I could answer, the front door opened. A woman about the same age as Nate and Jason's dad walked in.
"Mom," I said, before collapsing on the floor.
The next version will be similar to this.