The alchemist was scared. Really, really scared. The car was only doing about 100km an hour, but too Ed, this was akin to the speed of sound. He gripped the seat with white knuckles. The driver, an old looking man, but his eyes were as lively of those a young mans. "Mr. Elric" no response from said alchemist. But this did not test the man's patience. "Mr. Elric…may I ask how you got here?" this got the short young mans attention. He turned to him "…the gate transported me here." he replied, sounding weary.

The butler took notice of this and frowned slightly. "And what is a gate?" he asked. "no-one really knows…" he replied. The butler had one last question. "And what is this 'alchemy' you speak of?" at this, the young mans face lit up. "All is one, one is all… alchemy is the science of taking something and rearranging it into something else." He replied enthusiastically. "And could you perform this 'alchemy' now then?" He asked. "Yeah. What do you want me to make?" the man pondered this for a moment. "A muffin." He said finally. Ed looked at the man for a second "….a…muffin…" he said. "….Okaaay…. a muffin it is…." He then clapped his hands and placed them on a stray piece paper. With a small crack of lightning, the paper was transformed into a blueberry muffin. Walter proceeded to pick the muffin and take a bite out of it. He turned to his young charge and noticed he had fallen asleep. Walter then smiled and placed the muffin on the dashboard.

Integra took a cigar from her packet and proceeded to light it. She let the smoke fill her lungs, soothing her frayed nerves. A man (or boy) had just appeared, and had been conscripted into Hellsing by the resident vampire. Except of course, it was now vampires. The no life king chose this moment to enter the room. "Why are you still up?" he asked. "work." She replied, almost automatically. "Master, you should sleep…" he said, almost acting like a father. "Servant…it is my choice when I will sleep." She replied. "You know, that young Elric boy might not think you so pretty if you don't sleep…" the vampire replied slyly. This made Integra angry. "I DO NOT CARE WHAT THAT MIDGET THINKS!!! HE IS AN ACCIDENT!!!" .Outside the door, a young man quietly cried.

Edward woke up in a four poster bed, surrounded by fine silk. He rolled over and began to contemplate what had just happened to him over the past day. He had woken up in a village infested with, for lack of a better term, monsters, then had to fight his way out only find a scared young women. He could remember almost nothing until the church which the vampire and his zombie things. What had Walter called them? Then he remembered. "…Ghouls. I freakin' hate ghouls." He muttered. He then remembered Integra. His face visibly light up with that name. He got up and started walking out the door. He was halfway down the hall before he realised he was in his underpants. He did his best impression of a tomato then went back and got changed into his usual clothes. Walking back out, he saw the vampire that wore the funny red jacket. He followed him to a room, where the vampire then walked through the door. He tried the handle, but it was locked. Ed then started hearing voices on the other side of the door. It sounded like an argument. "…DON"T CARE ….MIDGET THINKS…. AN ACCIDENT!!!" Integra yelled, the sounds muffled by the door. But Edward understood what it meant. How could she be so cruel! He asked himself. But he couldn't bring himself to be angry with her. He started running. And even though he didn't realise it, he was crying.

Alucrad leapt to attention when he heard the footsteps. Integra's head was already turned to the door, and she had one hand in her jacket, reaching for her berretta. Alucard signalled for her to stay here. He then poked his head through the door, and came back grinning. "it seems your beau is crying…" he said. Integra rolled her eyes and took chase. After a minute of hard running, she finally caught up to the alchemist. "WHY…" but she stopped when she saw tears in his eyes.