"Ed?" asked Al as he leaned over his brother in concern.

Ed shook his head as if he had to push the thoughts from his head. "Yeah Al?"

Alphonse Elric had seen it all before. Ed had not been the same since they left Ametris. His brother was constantly in a self inflicted trance, always thinking. Nobody but Alphonse knew who his brother thought about, and he had never brought it up to Ed, until today.

"I've had enough," said Al as he seated himself near Ed. "You shouldn't have left Winry."

Ed gasped as though he had actually fooled himself into believing that his thoughts of their childhood friend weren't evitable. "I never realized that Winry meant so much to me until you came with me."

"What?"

Ed stared out the window, in hopes that the moon would spread light onto his pain and heal him. "When I spent the first three years here, I missed both you and Winry, but when I thought about Winry, I'd feel knots in my stomach. I tried not to think about it, but then the dreams commenced. Weird dreams, dreams that made me sad and happy, they were both pleasurable and painful. Yet again, though, I pushed them away. When I came back to Ametris I believed that if I found you safe and sound I wouldn't care if I stayed, left, or even died. I was ecstatic to have you with me, but there was always something missing. The dreams started up again, and I yearn for her." Ed took a short breath. "I finally realized Al, when it was too late, like everything else in my life, Al I... I love Winry."

"I know you do Ed, everybody knew. She loved you too. Now we're here, and our lives have changed, you'll find someone else," replied Al as he sat back up.

"I can do that," Al left the room. "But I'll never love, as much as I loved Winry."

Winry was distraught. Her life was basically over, Pinako was dead. All her life things had been taken away from her, her parents, her best friends, and now the only family she had left. She was alone, and she was bitter. The rain began to drop in large quantities as her bleach blonde hair dropped onto her slumped shoulders. If not for the rain, people would know that she was crying. Winry stood by the late Pinako's tomb stone, the pain if her chest made her what to stab it till the pain turned into numbness, and the numbness into death. She didn't care anymore, not even automail cheered her up these days, what was the point without her mentor, and best customer.

"Stupid Ed!" she struggled to speak. "Why didn't you care about me enough to take me with you. Why do I have to love you!"

"Why blame him for your grandmother's death," said an unfamiliar voice.

Winry's eyes shot open in surprise. She was sure no one was there. "But this Ed guy sounds like a real jerk Lizzie," whispered another unfamiliar voice.

"Please don't contradict me, and besides, how would you know?" countered the first voice.

"How do you know this 'Pinako' person is her grandmother?"

"It's sounds like a grandmotherish name."

"You were named after our grandmother."

"Correction, I was named after my grandmother, and so?"

"So, your name is a grandmotherish name but yet you are still single and childless, let alone grandchildless."

"So what are you implying exactly?"

"You don't walk up to a random grieving girl and tell her not to blame a guy named Ed for her grandmother's death, that you don't even know if it's true."

Winry was frustrated, these people seemed irritating. Winry turned around to face the two, hoping that she could muster a good comeback. However Winry's jaw dropped. Standing there was a young girl about sixteen and a boy about twenty. The girl was tall and pale, her hair was a chestnut brown while her eyes glowed an ocean blue, she was wearing large high heeled boots, floppy black pants and a white blouse. As for the boy, that shocked Winry, when she looked at him she saw that he was tall, pale, eyes purple, and a tattoo on his exposed triceps... the ouroboris. The boy was a humunculus.

"Who are you?" it frightened her to do so.

The girl looked at her and smirked cheerfully. "We're sorry, I'm Elizabeth Kenny and this is Haiden."

Haiden shook Winry's hand. "I'm her brother."

"No you're not Haiden, I've told you this a billion times. My brother's name is Gregory and he died four years ago, you're a humunculus...you're simply my best friend."

The girl looked hurt to say those words, Winry knew it all too well, and she feared not the strange two anymore. "Human transmutation?"

The girl didn't look at her. "Yeah... How did you know?"

A small smile appeared on her face. "That's what Ed did, when he created Sloth. Why is your bro–Haiden not named after a sin?"

"It's cruel to name a living being after a sin, he didn't do anything wrong. I was the one that did something wrong," said Elizabeth.

"I see, what did you loose?" asked Winry curiously.

Elizabeth looked shocked but rolled up her pant legs. "I'm missing the right leg entirely, the left leg is just up to me knee." Winry gazed at the gruesome automail, the wires were everywhere and there was barely a shell. Elizabeth caught her wandering gaze. "The automail isn't much, I'm only sixteen and it took forever to gain enough money to buy this old thing.

Winry forgot entirely about her grandmother for a few moments. "Do you know anything about the 'gate'?"

Elizabeth smiled deeply. "Yes I do actually, do you?"

"Yes."

"Are you an Alchemist?"

"No," Elizabeth frowned. "But, I was Edward Elric, the Full Metal Alchemist's, personal automail mechanic. Would you be interested in a bargain, my info as well as my best quality automail–free of charge–for your assistance?"

Elizabeth smirked again. "Really? Well what do you have in mind?"

Winry mustered up enough courage to say it. "I need to cross the 'gate' and I need an alchemist to open it for me."

Haiden's face widened as did Elizabeth's eyes. Haiden looked to Elizabeth with a different expression. Elizabeth's face melted back into the smirk she had before. "What a coincidence? So do we."