Everything around me looked clean and sterile. A list popped into my brain of the possible places I could be. I certainly wasn't at home, and taking a better look around I wasn't even sure I was in the same state anymore. Everything had a very old time feel to it, and looked like it was out of a book. A history textbook. The door opened to reveal two men in blue outfits. I know no better word to use than outfit. It looked like a dress, but the structure made me want to say military. But it wasn't anything like I'd seen before. They both stopped dead in their tracks, staring at me.

"Good, you're awake. Fullmetal said it would take you longer to wake up. I will be pleased to tell him he was wrong yet again." They walked towards me. The outfits were borderline dresses. But neither man seemed like the tranny type to me. "My name is Colonel Roy Mustang. And this is Lt. Colonel Maes Hughes." I looked at both of them. Still looked like dresses to me. "We'd like to ask you a few questions." They both pulled up chairs and sat next to me. "Name?"

"Lor Haflinger." I replied. The one with glasses jotted this down.

"Country?" I'm assuming he meant of origin, but he should know since I am answering him with no language barriers.

"United States." They both looked at each other. "America?" I added, unsure if they knew what I meant. They both looked puzzled and I sighed. "Nebraska, United States." This still did not seem to answer their question. "What country are we in?" I asked.

"We are in Amestris." I had been shipped to the funny farm, and this was a test. That had to be the answer. Poor federal funding must be the reason for the out of date furniture. As for their bizarre dress outfits, that must be a costume procured somewhere to trick new patients.

"Ok, sure boys. Now where are the doctors? They shouldn't let you run amok when there are new patients in right?"

"I don't know what you are getting at, but let me tell you one thing. I don't let spies from ANYWHERE waltz in here and talk to me like that. I am the Flame Alchemist. Now start talking kid." This had to be a test, this couldn't be real.

"Alchemy isn't real. Get a grip on life. Now seriously, where are the doctors? Why was I even brought here?" This aggravated him even more and I pushed myself farther away from him.

"You aren't from Xing, that's for sure. Drachma! That's it! How you got past Armstrong is beyond me, but now we know and we can deal with you properly." My eyes grew wide as I realized this man was completely serious about what he was talking about.

"Roy, maybe we should calm down, she doesn't seem like a spy." I liked that man. Hughes was it? Yes, good old four eyes knew what was going on. He seemed sane, quiet, and collected. He would certainly calm his hot headed friend down. "Besides she hasn't even seen a single picture of my darling ELYSIA YET!" Hughes takes a bundle of pictures from his breast pocket and shoves them in my face.

Surely I was in the funny farm, no doubt about it. It was then their loud noise must have brought the attention of someone else, and I was relieved when the door opened. A blonde woman walked in, wearing an identical outfit. Her appearance made both of the stop dead in their tracks, and I soon found out why. She had a gun in her hand. I was suddenly wishing I was back to being accused of being a spy.

"You two need to pull yourselves together. Honestly. I am not here to oversee preschool. I am here to make sure she is not a threat to the city. If she is deemed not a threat she is to be released immediately. We have other things to tend to. Perhaps Colonel, I shall remind you of a stack of paper work that needs to be finished." Hughes giggles at this reminder. "Lt Colonel, let me also remind you that you have an appointment with the Fuehrer today, and you really have no time to waste." Hughes straightened his jacket.

"You are right Lt. Hawkeye, as usual. I'll just be off." He left. Still unsure of where I stood with the other two I played it quiet. My guess was Hawkeye was the real one in charge, and I didn't want her thinking I was any sort of threat.

"Colonel? Have you decided?"

"She isn't making sense. She says she's from somewhere I have never heard of. I think she may be a spy. She will be detained until further notice. As soon as the doctors check her take her away Hawkeye." He left the room. Hawkeye kept her eye on me as she followed out the door. I sat stunned in silence. How would anyone think I'm a spy? Before I could figure out my thoughts a doctor walked in.

"Let's check your vitals." The doctor was soft spoken and I got the feeling he felt bad for me. I stayed quiet, thinking it would be better that way. At least until I found out what was happening. He checked everything in silence as I gazed out of the window. Nothing seemed very different from the cities I am used too. "There. Good to go." His eyes snapped up to mine like he had just said something to offend me. I smiled softly because I knew what he meant. He left the room and Hawkeye returned. I got up and stood next to her, my eyes looking down not at the ground but not meeting her death glare either.

"I'm not sure Colonel Mustang is right about you. I do think there is something different about you, but I'm not sure it is because you're a spy. Just cooperate with us." I nodded and followed her as she led me to the cells. They were very clean and not at all like the dark damp cells I was imagining in my head. She put me in and sighed. "I'm going to talk to Hughes. We'll get this figured out." I just sat on the bed with my legs crossed. What was I to do? I sat in complete silence for a long time. They gave me a small dinner which I kept in my room but didn't feel like touching. I slept sitting up, not moving from my position. I tried to think of what happened to me. I could hardly remember the past few days.

"Lor Haflinger. Please come with me." I looked up to see a blonde man, who reminded me a lot of Hawkeye. He had a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. I jumped up and followed him out. "You didn't eat last night."

"Not hungry sir." My voice sounded so hollow and soft. This was not me. "I'm still confused as to where I am. And why I am here." He glanced back at me, looking hard at my face. He turned back around and we continued on, until we reached a small room. I sat down at the table across from Colonel Mustang. He had his hands folded on the table and was staring at me.