Nexoki watched "Nate" looking around in awe and what to him seemed like confusion. How odd. Nate had been here many times. He looked at him as he made some sort of jolting movement. Tilting his head to the side in curiousity. "You don't...know me?" He said in puzzlement. "Evan...Evan Henely..." He watched him edging towards the door. Waiting until he was almost there before moving. Whirlwinding to in front of the guy and blocked the door. "Are you related to Nate also known as Nathan Henely? You look like him." He said. Putting his hands on Evan's shoulders. "You look like him...so much like him..." he mused. He turned the guy to the side. He reached and touched the side of the neck. "No mark...my mark isn't there." He spoke up then softer. "So you aren't him...but you have to be. I want you to be him." He mumbled. Then sighed. "You can't get back home. The looking glass doesn't work unless one of us wants it to. However, about..." He thought as he tried to remember the years in human terms. "Eighty mortal years ago Nate Henely was here. He went through the looking glass. A war broke out and we had to seal the looking glass. When it unsealed...Nate never came back. He was never on the other side when I looked for him. I've been waiting for eighty mortal years for my Nate to come back. Neoshi is the nickname I gave him. Its a mixture of ancient Greek and ancient Norse. It means treasured one." He looked at Evan. "I can't let you go back. You need to tell me what happened to my Nate. To Nate Henely." He said urgently.