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Winry's POV

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I was having a bad dream.

I was standing alone in front of my house. In the distance I saw someone walking down the path.

"Ed!" I called waving. He looked up and smirked, waving back. I laughed and started running towards him. As I got closer, his smile started to fade and he started to get paler. When I reached him, I was at the burial, looking down at his dead body.

"Ed!" I called crying as thunder boomed overhead.

"Winry!" Al called as the thunder continued. "Winry, come on!"

I sat up in bed, gasping for breath as tears were streaming down my cheeks.

"Winry, open up!" Al yelled, pounding on my door. "Come on!" I groggy got up and went to the door. When I opened it, Al rushed in excitedly.

"What's going on?" I asked sleepily. He reached into his armor and pulled out a disheveled looking Stormy.

"Ed's alive!" he yelled shaking the poor cat up and down in excitement, "Stormy just told me!"

"What?" I asked confused, "Al, what are you talking about? It's a cat. It can't talk." Al ignored me and plopped Stormy on the bed and then dragged me over to him.

"He can't talk, but he can understand us!" Al exclaimed. "Ask him something!" I sighed, too tired to argue with my crazy friend, and turned to the cat.

"Okay Stormy, um, I don't know, what's your favorite color?" I asked tiredly. Stormy looked at me for a few moments, then started licking his paw.

"No, you have to ask him a yes or no question," Al informed me.

"Al, I'm tired," I complained, "Can't this wait until morning?"

"Please, Winry!" Al begged.

"Alright, um, can you understand me?" I asked. Stormy looked up at me and nodded.

"No way!" I muttered, "He can understand us! Okay, let me think, um, do all cats understand human language?" Stormy shook his head.

"See, I told you!" Al laughed, "Ask him about Ed."

"Ok," I said feeling more awake now. "Is Ed alive?" Stormy nodded. I gasped.

"Are you sure?" I whispered. Stormy nodded again. "Do you know where he is?" Stormy nodded.

"Really?! Where?!" Al yelled, picking up Stormy and brought him close to his face. Stormy gave a pitiful meow and shot me a desperate look.

"He can't answer that," I said excitedly. "Put him down so we can question him." Al put the cat down and Stormy shot me a grateful look.

"Ok," Al said, "Is my brother in Central?" Stormy nodded.

"He is?" I exclaimed, "Why hasn't he come back then? Is he in trouble? Did someone capture him?" Stormy shook his head.

"Does he want to come back?" Al asked. Stormy nodded.

"Then why doesn't he?" I asked frowning. "We are so worried about him." Stormy shot me a look and gave a huge yawn. The poor cat looked utterly exhausted.

"Oh," Al said disappointed, "I guess he's tired."

"Yeah," I yawned. "We really shouldn't push him. He might refuse to tell us anything if we do."

"Oh," Al sighed. "And we were getting somewhere too! Are you sure we can't continue a little longer?" We heard a loud snore come from the cat.

"I'm guessing that's a no," I said looking down at the sleeping cat. Al's shoulder slumped, then he bent over and picked up Stormy.

"I guess I'll go back to my room," he said gloomily. "I'll meet you tomorrow to ask more questions."

"Ok," I agreed as he headed out of the room

"'Night, Winry." He whispered.

"'Night, Al," I whispered back. Al closed the door and I went back to bed. I was really excited about finding Ed, but at the same time I really didn't know if I believed that cat. It seemed too good to be true. Even so, I hoped Ed was alive and well. I closed my eyes and tried to fall back to sleep.

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Al's POV

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'This is so aggravating!' I thought gloomily as I walked down the hall. 'I want answers now!' I grumpily looked down at the snoozing cat. He seemed so peaceful. I felt my frustration go down a little. We entered the room and I put Stormy on the bed and went to sit in the corner.

'If Ed's back, then why didn't he come to find me yet?' I thought, sitting down. 'Unless Stormy's lying- NO! I can't think of that. Where could Ed be? And how would he be still alive? We saw his body so he can't still be in his body… Of course! If he came back then he wouldn't be in his body! I need to find someone who looks like Ed with gold eyes. Hm...' My eyes shifted down to Stormy who was sleeping. I shook my head.

'That's stupid!' I thought, 'Sure, he has gold eyes but he's a cat! It's not like he hates milk or being called small!' Memories of that morning came back to me. Stormy hissing at the bowl of milk and pouncing on my foot when I called him small. 'But he's not stubborn like Ed!' Then I remembered sitting at the gravestone, Stormy's shivering but refusing to go back. 'He also tried to do alchemy by clapping his hands- erm... Paws!' I shook my head again. 'This can't be true! I need to stop jumping to conclusions, but still, he seems so much like Ed. Argh, I can't take this anymore!' I might be dead wrong. I might be way too hopeful by jumping on every hope that my brother is alive. I'm probably going crazy to assume that a cat is Ed. Even so, I'm going to take my chances. I walked over to Stormy and shook him awake. Stormy make a grumbling sound and turned over.

"Come on, wake up." I shook him harder. It took me a few minutes to get him up, like it took me to wake brother up. Stormy sat up and blinked up at me, insulted that I woke him up.

"Okay Stormy," I said. "It's answer time."

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