Dear Edward,

I'm worried about Alphonse.

When Alphonse first arrived, he was awed by the wonderful, glorious sites that my country has to behold. He quickly overcame the language barrier and even took a liking to our elegant silks, burning those substandard cottons you're country calls clothing.

Though, over the past few months, there has been talk in the castle. Stories about strange moans and cries coming from the wing that Alphonse lived. We were afraid he let angry spirits in our house due to some strange Amestrian alchemy, or perhaps some dark magic. When I finally went to check it out, what I found was disturbing.

Ed, the room was filled with cats.

Cats.

There had to be...sixteen cats...I hope he doesn't plan anything with these cats. We don't eat cats here Ed.

Please write back immediately. I'm worried for these cats.

~ Ling, Emperor of Xing

Edward buried his hands in face. Edward sighed, letting the image of Alphonse's new accommodations fill his mind.

His shoulders shook before giggles erupted from his throat. He quickly stood, "Winry! We got a letter about Al!"

III

Ling,

Don't worry about the cats. They'll be fine.

It's what Al does.

~Ed