When Harry was sixteen years old we received the news that Nate River was dead. He died of what seemed at first to be a heart attack. It later turned out that he had been drugged.

This had everyone worried for reasons that I am yet to fully understand. I was never told about how the Kira case was solved. But I was under the impression that his means of killing had been- exterminated. Everyone at Wammy's breathed out a sigh of relief when they found out it had been poison. But that of course raised new questions.

Because the odd thing was, the really strange thing, that Nate River died in Wammy's house. He had returned, a weekend retreat it seemed. He was working on a new case, involving something complicated. And what do Wammy's kids do better than any other people in the world? Stick together. He returned, to the people he trusted most, for their help.

After introducing himself properly to the whole house, in a way so similar to my L, he formed his group of elite students. Wammy's children are some of the best. But he pulled together the ones who could be useful for him. Some children who had already left Wammy's. Sara, Linda, a young man who went by the name Xtra. With an X he insisted.

The one thing I noticed about the group, was that the eldest, was a man called Matsuda. He was around his fourties. There were a few other non Wammy's. There was Lita, and a few others, but none were old. At first I thought that might be by Near's choice, but in fact I was wrong. My theory now, is that even non Wammy's found it hard to grow old. They say the good die young.

Near was very specific that he would not accept any children younger than fourteen. I think he chose to do that because of his own experiences. Of course, fourteen is a dangerous age. But at least it's better than the preteen preparing to be teen, tantrums he could have ended up with. (See Mello refferences).

His mismatched team were twenty four in total. Twelve were Wammy's kids of the present, and the others were ex Wammy's and outsiders. The total with Near was twenty five. Apparently there was some reason behind those numbers, but I am yet to figure that out. I may be Wammy's eldest ward, but I am certainly not the most intelligent. Perhaps it is because of the twenty six letters in the alphabet. He may have only given twenty five places, out of respect for L who could never be replaced.

I heard that argument while lying on the floor of the sitting room. No one notices me, the perfect spy. But then Harry argued that yes, there were twenty five, but not all of them had letters. The non Wammy's didn't have letters, and not all the children had been given letters yet. Spme of them shared letters, for example he was H, and so was Linda. The theory did not hold water.

Another theory was the Biblical one. But even I doubted that one. If there had been only thirteen, perhaps I could have followed it. But I'm not sure. Two sets of desciples

By now I had been passed on to a new companion. I shall call them all companions now. Not owners. She was called Kat, and given accordingly, the letter K. Not many children receive a letter so soon after arriving, but she was five years old and already got one.

The team were seeming to make progress. Nate River and his team. But then, Nate River died.

Of course everyone was pleased that it wasn't Kira. But that's when the questions started. Suddenly Wammy's house was under lock down. The team dispearsed. Sara, Linda, Lita, they all had jobs. Tasks to do set in Near's will. The rest of the non Wammy's/ex Wammy's had expected it to be over with anyway and left in their time. It wasn't their problem that their leader was dead.

But we knew we had a murderer in our midst. But we also had a new L.

That new L was a she. She was known by the name Beth, her letter before becoming L was B. She was the third B at Wammy's house. Some people said it was a cursed letter, for the previos two Bs had strange and twisted fates happen to them. But every letter at Wammy's house seemed to be a curse. She hadn't been in the origonal twelve that Nate had chosen. She made them thirteen.

There was once a civil war of Wammy's house. That was caused by the first B. The events that unfolded became the seconc civil war of Wammy's houses.

But I am too old to tell that story now. Perhaps another memoirs, perhaps another time. This was the story of Wammy's children. But the series of unfortunate events that came from B becoming L, are not those of children.

Wammy's children stopped being children when they walked through the doors of Wammy's house. They became aliases, letters and codes.

B became L, and her twelve closest became letters. They were given letters almost as soon as Nate River's body was in the ground. Poor Nate River. I don't think he ever thought he would die. But he did.

One day I might look back at my memoirs and laugh. But not today. Or tomorrow.

Let me leave you with this, never come between a small child and a teddy bear.

I have many stories to tell. But not today.

I could tell you about my time as L's bear. The L. From when he first picked me up, to when he finally left me.

I could give you details of what living with the Matsudas was like. Sayu Matsuda, Touta Matsuda, Lita Matsuda, and her new born baby brother, Light Matsuda.

If you wanted I could tell you the secrets I heard discussed in Roger's office.

Or the story of Wammy's second civil war.

Perhaps you'd like to hear the story of how a boy called Jack was kidnapped from Wammy's house, clutching me for protection. I could tell you about how we escaped the chambers in which our kidnapper trapped us.

I could tell you all of that and more. My mind is vast, I have many many stories to tell and yarns to spin.

But for now my lips are sealed with thread. Another day, when you are all sitting comfortably. I will recall the events of any of the above.

For now, sleep is all I desire, and sleep I shall have.

Good night my friends and followers. Good night, and good will.