Taken Away: Chapter One
How can you possibly live in the now, when you have been taken from your heaven and placed in your hell?
Edward sat quietly in his solid train seat. After glancing over plans of rocketry for maybe the trillionth time, he had maybe discovered that he understood everything he possibly could about the diagram, and looking over it one more time wasn't going to change that anymore. He'd always been stubborn, and this particular project was starting to hurt his eyes.
He sighed with sudden painful boredom. He then fell back into the seat with eyes closed. How long is this trip going to take?
He fiddled with the buttons on his coat as he toyed with wandering thoughts in his head. How much was this Hermann Oberth going to help him?Would it take away all his problems and set him on his journey home once and for all? He wasn't going to be disheartened, no matter the case. People had told Edward constantly that it would take more than fifty years to actually build the machine he so longed to complete. But knowing himself so well, he could get it done much sooner if he put his mind to it. That's what he liked to believe anyway, and that's what he would believe.
The conversation with his father still overruled all other thoughts in his mind. So many times he had speculated if he had succeeded. What was the point in having to live in this place when he hadn't…? He couldn't even think about the possibility of failure to bring his brother back into the sweet world he longed to see again. He couldn't accept it if he was living out this pain when his brother's life was not restored. He could bear with the heartache if his brother was alive somewhere, enjoying life. But doubt continued to tug at Edward from the very back of his deepest thoughts. His brother had to be alive.
Why couldn't he just float away? Why couldn't he just fly away and somehow float back to eternal bliss. He never knew what a blessing it was to just smell, hear, see, touch and even taste before he came to this place… but he had taken everything precious to him for granted. He was finding it hard without familiar faces and places. He had his father, but he had no-one next to that. His father was next-to-no-one.
He was struggling without a proper functioning auto-mail, which lead back to how the absence of Winry was actually affecting him deeper than he ever could have imagined. He had taken for granted her auto-mail. Now that he had to live with this piece of metal he and his father had unskilfully put together, it had certainly put Winry's importance to him into perspective.
If only she could see him now. If only she could see him at his point of breaking, where he would get down on his hands and knees to beg for her skills. She would probably be in heaven if he admitted how much auto-mail really meant to him. She would be thrilled to discover that he thought her work was amazing and inspiring, because after studying it with his father for quite some time he still couldn't come up with anything nearly as brilliant as she did. He would then tell her discreetly however, that it did come down to the fact that the worlds were completely different. He didn't think she would like that though...
If anything, he was more upset about the fact he didn't even have time to research his own auto-mail. His father had toiled after hours of his own back bending work to get it working at some sort of decent level. When Edward did have time to work on it, he never really contributed much at all. He had files and files of his own theories. Folders with papers busting out of them, and books with diagrams and explanations. It looked like it was something, but it really wasn't. He just didn't grasp the concept of auto-mail. To learn something, he had to be taught instead of trying to remember what Winry had done with him all those times. Yes, he could teach himself anything through books, but there wasn't exactly any auto-mail books lying around on earth. And there certainly wasn't anyone who could help him. So, his father was his only bet. After being Pinako's drinking buddy for several years… he had to have picked up something… and he did, something that was of slight help anyway.
Edward was distracted from his troubled and lonely thoughts when a young woman, no older than he peered over curiously at his disturbed expression. He looked up at her with accusation in his golden eyes, piercing her cool and calm disposition.
"Yes?" He hissed, when the woman continued to stand in silence, content with staring at him dumbly… or should he say rudely?
"We will arrive in Transylvania shortly." Came her shocking reply. Ed swiped his hand across his forehead to signal his frustration when she still didn't leave and had to inconveniently open his mouth again.
"Is there something else?" He hissed again, only this time he tensed his fists at the mere sight of her. He wasn't impressed when she sat down next to him casually and looked at him with utter adoration.
"Hey, you are Hohenheim's son right?" She asked, as her eyes lit up with delight. She smoothed the wrinkles out in her dress, nervously, as she awaited his reply. The women in this country were pathetic, no doubt a result of the way they had been raised. Their whole life all the learnt was how to seek out a man that could look after them, and become their husband. He found all of them far less trained than any woman back in Amestris was. They were dull, too flirtatious, and obviously suppressing their natural charm to appear helpless and in need of protection.
He nodded, his eyes slanting with suspicion. He wasn't quite sure if he should go around telling people who his father was, and he sure as hell didn't need to tell people who his father was if he didn't know them, he'd already had too many women try to become his 'life partner' because he was more than a suitable candidate. But something about the girl's face seemed sincere; so he had nodded his head and hoped his father hadn't done something to screw around with her life, like he had with his own son's.
"I'm in one of his classes for mechanical science. He has told me so much about you, I'm fascinated. I can't believe I am sitting next to such a genius." She grinned widely, which reassured him she was telling the truth, however, instant concern and uncertainty surpassed the flattery of her compliment. This girl? A girl in Germany did mechanical science? He knew he shouldn't have been dumbfounded he had been surrounded by a childhood friend who breathed mechanical science from a young age. But here, all he had seen women breathe is too much of their face powder.
"He talks about me in his classes…?" Ed raised an eyebrow as the sudden realisation began to hit him. He could now clearly hear that voice in the back of his head that had started to whisper to him when he first saw her.
"No!" She instantly corrected herself when she discovered Edward seemed to be displeased with her reply. "I talk to him after class sometimes. I was explaining my interest in rocketry… when…" She trailed off with sadness when she saw the look on Edward's face, yet the utter disbelief plastered on his features was not due to her choice of interests. "Look, I know I am a woman and will never be accepted on any type of project… I am grateful for even being accepted into Professor Hohenheim's class. But I don't need that look. I am sick of it." She looked away with a sigh. "I'm never going to get anywhere with this am I? Even if I am really talented."
He was sure now, and it had completely frozen him to the spot. Light brown hair with brown eyes that gazed upon his with the exact intensity of her eyes. Winry. "Say… your name?" He asked sheepishly. It was hard to look upon this girl as such a woman. Would Winry be the same back home? He shook his thoughts off when she opened her mouth to reply.
"Winry. But my friends call me Win. You can too!" She held out her hand in a wanting gesture to shake his. But Edward had suddenly paled a colour worse than white when he remembered his father's words.
'There may even be a young boy resembling your brother here'
That meant that there could be a young woman resembling Winry here as well. Of course he would have to bump into her… on a train to Transylvania.
"Winry…" He turned his head to gaze out the window with no warning at all, leaving the poor girl with worry she had said something to upset him. "Say, do you work on this train…?" He asked, abruptly turning his head to face her blank one. He remembered the first words she had said to him
'We will be arriving shortly' or something along the lines of that anyway.
"No, actually I'm looking to help out on rocketry somewhere. It fascinates me. But there is absolutely no way anyone would let me on this task, even with proof of my excellent grades."
He chose to ignore the last part of her sentence for the moment, while focusing on how she knew he was heading for Transylvania. "Then how did you know where I was going? At that start of the conversation…"
"Oh, your ticket is on the opposite seat." Edward turned his head towards the direction of her gaze and pouted. It was just like Winry to pry in his business. "I'm headed there as well. Just to visit a friend. You? If you don't mind me asking."
"Actually, I am headed to meet a student of rocketry. Hermann Oberth. I have the Goddard report with me… maybe it could be of some help to him." Edward smirked. "But it's all for one thing. So he will help me build the goddamn thing before I die or wither away." He couldn't help but notice the positive glow Winry now had around her and turned his head with a blink of his eye.
"Wow… I wish I was a man…" Edward couldn't help but laugh at her insane comment. He had been disgusted with society's expectations, different traditions and obsession with religion. But he wasn't one to challenge the ways of an entire world.
"Don't say that, actually. I had a friend… she was a mere teenager and classed as one of the top mechanics." It was all he could do; give her some kind of hope to press on. It must have been so hard, and frustrating, to have the talent and the passion, but have it go to waste because of your gender. He wanted to laugh at the stupidity of it actually.
When he looked into her eyes once again, he saw the sudden admiration she was directing at him and blushed. He didn't like that look, it was the look Winry rarely gave him back home… but it was enough to make his cheeks flare with heat.
"Edward… is it okay if after one of your father's classes I visit you…?" He suddenly stiffened at her comment and blinked when she continued. "You live on the Munich university campus don't you? Well… I was just wondering if maybe you could show me something…" she paused, "about well your plans and your works. I would really love to see them."
Edward knew there was something more to what she was saying. If he could be frank he would have picked that she actually wasn't interested in coming over to play rockets at all. Yet that was a harsh statement, considering the fact it seemed to be the girl's life passion. What could she possibly have to come around to his house for? He just met her on the train, and although he felt like he knew her… she wouldn't have the slightest idea about him. Could she possibly want to get closer to the Elric's so she could get her grades up… hang on, why was she blushing?
To escape her sudden embarrassment Edward tried to form some words of approval.
"I'm so sorry; it was out of place, a woman like me asking that." She looked away, cheeks tinged with a beautiful colour that resembled her current swirl of emotions. Edward sighed, and brought his hand up to his forehead. The last thing he needed was having her around his house with the current amount of work he had to do. But maybe she could be of some use to his research. He wasn't going to underestimate her before he even put her skills to the test… and perhaps if he showed her his auto-mail designs…
"Okay."
She once again turned to face him, a smile ever so perfect gracing her lips.
"Really?"
"Yes"
He heard a slight squeal of excitement escape her lips and sighed.
"I could hug you!" She exclaimed, clapping her hands together. She simply couldn't wait.
"Please refrain."
She laughed at his comment.
"As stiff as ever right? Professor Hohenheim told me not to go looking for you, because you were a grumpy old man." Before Edward had time to protest, or even open his mouth so he could just get his own frustration voiced, she had stood up and placed her hands behind her back with a small smile.
"Well, I should return to my seat. Good luck with the quest. If we meet in Transylvania by chance, then let's grab a bite to eat together." She waved at him shyly and turned to dash off to her seat on the train, wherever that was, before he even got a word in. He sat with two wide eyes and a blank expression as she left him in silence, reminding him of how alone he felt here.
Not quite sure of what had just happened; he pulled out his watch and glanced over the current time. He would be arriving soon.
What he had just been through had to be one of the most goddamn weird experiences he had ever encountered.
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It was late in the afternoon when Edward arrived at his destination. He watched the small crowd step off the train quietly, all with their own business; all of them just living out their lives in this place that Edward could never call home. It wasn't long before he spotted the girl who had boldly created conversation with him and waved to her before she faded into the distance.
Edward sighed. It had been a long trip, and an uncomfortable one at that. His back ached like there was no tomorrow and he didn't know what he wouldn't kill for a nice cold drink or home cooked meal.
He began walking down the station platform quietly. Living with his father had made him appreciate the simple pleasures of home. A nice home cooked meal by Pinako, or even Winry, travelling with his brother and being able to eat at the finest restaurants… hell, even the military food was better than the crap his father could barley even call a meal served up. But it was better than living on the streets, as Edward had noticed a lot of people were in this place.
Edward stopped in his tracks, noticing the street which was highly lacking humans. He pulled out the tiny scrap of paper that contained the address of the man he was after. But who knew if those files in his father's office were any good anymore.
"Damn… this would be good if I actually knew where I was." Edward looked around desperately. "It's supposed to be close to the train station, where in the hell is someone—" Just as he was about to stomp his foot down and attempt to kick down this street light in front of him, a young woman appeared from around the corner. Which was good for Edward's health, attempting to kick down a street light wouldn't have exactly given him the dandiest of aches.
When she stopped in front of him with a quizzical gaze, Edward really began to wonder if he had something on his face. Winry was staring at me like that just a while back…
"Is there something wrong?" She asked unexpectedly, disturbing the eerie silence of the street. It almost seemed like she had broken a law, and Edward swallowed, looking around for any other life forms. "You look troubled." Okay so maybe I just have one of those faces. Edward brought his hand up to his forehead and exhaled shakily. He couldn't help it if his natural expression was a frown.
"I'm looking for this address, if you would be so kind." He passed her the piece of paper and watched as her confused expression turned to a soft smile. That can't be good. She looked as if
she thought he was joking around and handed back the piece of paper with an even bigger smile. "Wait… this is the town Hermannstadt right?"
She giggled at his totally clueless expression and nodded.
"Yes, and my husband's house is just down the road."
Edward wasn't quite sure if he had heard correctly, actually the comment had breezed over his head quite easily.
"I'm Irene Sänger-Bredt, Hermann's wife. But you may call me Irene" She extended her hand. It took Edward a few seconds to realise what she was gesturing towards and he clumsily took her hand in his and shook it. "My, my, quite a strong handshake you have there Mr. Elric. It means you are a wonderful man did you not know, come along." Edward stood stiffly as she walked right passed him and began strolling in the opposite direction.
"But wait! Didn't you point that way?" Edward watched as she turned to see him point down the way of the house and shook her head.
"Honestly, you men are pathetic. I am going to do some shopping for dinner tonight since you will be staying. Do you mean to tell me that you will not be a gentleman and help me carry the bags home?" She raised her eyebrow at the him and waited as he caught up the distance she had walked.
"Irene… Miss…"
"Irene will be fine. And the answer to your question: Your father called to inform you were heading here. We were asked if we could hold you for the night. I wouldn't have it any other way. The streets are dangerous at night, and neither I nor Hermann want you walking to the train station in such horrible conditions."
Edward hadn't heard most of the conversation. Except for the 'Your father called' part and glanced ahead with fury.
"My father called?" He asked with infuriation. This was another thing his father had successfully kept from him, and this time it wasn't exactly something his child could simply get over. "Why didn't he tell me that he knew you?" Edward felt his fists tense and waited patiently for a reply to his question.
"Yes, yes. Hermann and I do not live here, did you know? Actually, Hermann studied at the University in Munich, and now teaches classes. He knows your father very well. We are just visiting some old friends."
"He kept it all from me."
"Perhaps he wanted you to be surprised?"
"He knows I hate surprises." She rolled her eyes at the young man muttering incoherent profanities under his breath before they entered the store.
It was just like Hohenheim had said, he was a grumpy one. His warning was well heeded.
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"Ed…?" Was her mind playing tricks on her? Winry stared intensely at the person in front of her, to discover it was Ed's younger brother standing before her; a beautiful innocence that once shone in his eyes was completely gone.
Winry glanced at the grown up boy in her door way. It was a mere six months before he had gone off for training. And here he stood now, hair just above his shoulders, but long enough to put into a pony tail, and clothing unmistakably close to Edward's old attire.
"Al… just what the hell are you doing?" She was more shocked over the fact she didn't recognise his eyes more than his appearance. This wasn't the young boy she had seen off at the train station that day.
"Don't be alarmed, Winry," He pushed passed her in the doorway and waited for her to close the door behind her.
She had grown as well. He observed her long golden locks pinned back on her head, and could almost see the womanly presence she gave off. She had paired together with Riza for a few things here and there, and had been mildly affected if Al could say so. He had seen her around without her knowing and observed how violent Winry could actually get. But it wasn't much of a change; she always did enjoy bashing his brother over the head with a wrench. Her days of auto-mail had almost ceased completely, save for a few needy patients here and there, and she was hardly even home to enjoy her Grandma's company anymore. Al sighed, they had both changed drastically.
"It seems we both want the same thing." Winry's eyes softened at Al's truthful comment, but acted like a naïve eighteen year old, as she usually did in these talks about his brother.
"Winry I am dressed like this to get information on my brother. It seems that in your secret business with Riza you two have also been gathering clues." Winry stepped back slightly and sat down with a thump on the couch. He knew she hated these conversations about his brother. But it had to be done.
"Al… how did you…"
"I am my brother's brother you know. Apparently he was quite the genius celebrity around here. I'm glad someone told me." Winry could feel the guilt rise from her stomach up to her throat and placed her hands over her knees nervously.
"I thought it would be better if you—"
"Winry, I'm not here to get angry at you. You promised me a long time ago that you would become an auto-mail master. Therefore I had to return. But you also made me another promise… do you remember Winry?" She nodded knowingly and let a soft whisper drift from her lips to Al's ears with a distance look to her eyes.
"To help you find Edward…"
Al sat down next to her, attempting the softer approach. Finding out so much information in the space of a few months was enough to make him one angsty teenager. But he had to remember Winry was family, no matter how she chose to deal with situations.
"You have been doing it already haven't you? But you want to find him too don't you? You're not just doing it for me."
Winry's cheeks suddenly turned a deep shade of red, not from embarrassment, from anger… (Okay maybe slight embarrassment)
"Damn that Edward! What the hell does he think he is doing wherever he is? I just know his auto-mail will be a mess! As his auto-mail engineer, I have to make sure I find him! It's my obligation to make sure his auto-mail is safe."
Al turned to let out a sigh of shame and whispered to himself. "She tries to deny it, but this just makes it more obvious!" When she had finished glowing with her auto-mail pride Al turned to her with a stern look.
"I know what you can do Winry." She turned her head with sudden curiosity and tilted it to the side. "I heard of these two brothers, the Tringham brother's. They told Edward where to go, the last place he was seen. Roze remembers being inside the building doesn't she? But she was still
slightly drugged and found unconscious somewhere in Lior before she came here. This must mean that this place we have been trying to find is in Lior somewhere... I don't know why. But I am convinced that you should go talk to our teacher."
Winry's face screwed up with sudden terror. "Eeeeeeh? What? Why me? That woman is your master!"
"She won't tell me anything. She is trying to protect me. I have already been beaten for trying to delve deeper into the stone around her."
"And you would have me go and be beaten by her?" Winry opened her jaw as widely as she possibly could in astonishment.
"Winry… you're a woman. She will have more sympathy." Oh yeah, sympathy. Winry didn't doubt that Izumi was completely free of any sympathy bones in her body. "If there is anyone who can get information out of her it's you. Beside's it will be nice for you to take a trip to Dublith… it's near rush valley."
"Al I gave up auto-mail… you know that. It feel's wrong to Edward, I don't know… it's all I could do for him and now…"
"Well brother wouldn't want you moping around, Winry."
Al was right, he was. But Winry couldn't find the heart to indulge in simple pleasures such as auto-mail when Edward could be rotting in a cell somewhere for all she knew, all the more reason to agree to Al's request. They should just find Ed and get it over and done with.
"You go to Izumi, while I go chase up these brothers. Together we can find Edward."
"I'll go." Al's soft smile suddenly turned into a victorious smirk. He stood up and placed his gloves back on with satisfaction.
"Good."
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Edward groaned behind the woman. He was sure that she had bought extra, just so she could make him suffer on the trip back. She held two light bags in each hand. While Edward, on the other hand, had his suit case in one hand, with five extra bags he didn't need to carry with it, and a whole string of bags up his left arm which he didn't even want to begin to count. His left shoulder felt like it was going to give out any second, and this really wasn't helping his sore back. He knew one thing though; she had better cook one hell of a dinner. If she did, it would all be worth it. He would do anything for a woman's meal at the moment.
After entering the humble abode gratefully, a smell that smelt so sweet wafted through the air, Edward didn't want to leave. He took a peek at the already boiling soup from behind the woman and felt his stomach grumbling in appreciation. His gratitude for the meal was soon however interrupted when a firm hand was placed on his shoulder.
"Well, well, if it isn't Edward Elric."
Edward lifted his head to gaze curiously into fierce intense eyes of a practical genius.
"Oberth"
"Call me Hermann young man!" He extended his hand and shook Edward's own. "So what have you come to discuss with me?"
Edward was about to open his suddenly dry mouth, this could be the man that gets me home, but his wife suddenly interrupted with the flick of her petite wrists. She now had her apron wrapped around her that told the men she was in 'cooking mode' and she didn't want to be disturbed.
"Don't you want dinner to be a surprise? Don't think you are going to stand in the kitchen and discuss your men's business while I am cooking!" Edward was almost taken aback by the woman's ferocious tone of voice and stood frozen.
"Quite right you are, darling." Hermann's sarcastic gaze fell from his cross wife to the nervous young man in front of him without the slightest trouble in the world. "We'll take this into my office shall we?" Edward nodded vigorously and followed the man cautiously. He couldn't act out of place at all.
His own footsteps seemed to trouble him; he tried desperately to hold in his breath and prayed that Hermann wasn't one to joke around. If he was faced with a vicious situation, sometimes Ed couldn't help but run his mouth and start sprouting foul words and insults. Tonight, Edward didn't want to ruin his chances with this opportunity. Because when opportunity opened a door you had to walk through it in fear that door would never open again for you.
"Let me guess what you are here for…" He offered Edward a seat then sat down behind his own desk covered with numerous papers Edward would do anything to get his hands on. "My research right…?"
Edward shifted in the uncomfortable seat slowly, feeling his stomach swirl with more than a few emotions. The way the man had raised his eyebrow with suspicion was not proving to look in favour of Edward's wish.
"I want to build a rocket."
The air was suddenly filled with one of the loudest laughs Edward had ever heard and he didn't blame Hermann for thinking he was completely insane. Once the laughter had died down and Hermann let out a few last laughs in need of air, Edward sighed.
"Well don't we all." Herman said, the remain of a chuckle evident in his voice. "But you know we are talking many years here… I can have theories and such, but actually building one." The laughter started again, and Ed had to clench his fists in order to remain calm.
"I must build one, I will build one!" The sudden determination planted on the young man's face was enough to cease the man's laughter and turn him completely serious. "I need your help."
"You do understand that I wouldn't be stupid enough to show you any of my theories until I actually get them published. I am currently working on a thesis; it should be finished around this time next year." Edward knew this would be the case. To Hermann, someone coming to ask for his theories would be extremely suspicious. His information could be very valuable in the future, and if Hermann had any sense he would keep people away from his hard work. But no matter what, Edward had to try… his hardest!
"Sir, I swear on my grave that I have no intention of ripping your work off." There it was again, the raised eyebrow that caused Edward to sink lower and lower into the chair.
"Then why such the hurry? There is no way we could build it now even if I showed you my research. We would need bucket loads of money first of all. If you really don't want to rip of my work… you can wait a year. But I will not be the one funding this project, and I know you are the son of a brilliant man, but what we are talking about is not something to play around with children. You will have to prove your skills, and we will need more members for a project. It's completely senseless Edward, a waste of my time. Give up such a fool's dream." This comment made Edward sink the lowest he possibly could without slipping off the chair and looking like a complete idiot.
What was he supposed to tell the man to gain his sympathy? 'I want to travel back to my home world by reaching the stars.' That wouldn't make Oberth willing to cooperate with him, actually it would make him more inclined to dismiss all of Edward's requests and think of him as a completely insane idiot.
He wasn't in a hurry for money. He didn't want to steal the man's report to earn a few good dollars. He wasn't a child, he was a prodigy. And he definitely wouldn't waste any of this man's time. But how did Oberth know any of this? He could tell the man, try to pound it into his brain.
But from Oberth's point of view, Edward was a foolish child chasing a foolish dream. He wasn't completely wrong either.
"Herman… I…" Edward struggled for any words that could help him out of this situation with his pride still intact and he fiddled with his brown jacket mindlessly.
"DINNER!"
Edward nearly jumped out of his seat when the shrill alert was called from the kitchen, and stood up quickly in hopes of recovery. Hermann laughed at the young man's reaction and stood up to give him a pat on the back.
"You will have to excuse my wife." He leant over to whisper in his ear. "She specializes in torturing men." Edward gulped with fear, but if her dinner tasted satisfyingly delicious like it smelt, he honestly didn't care.
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After two wonderfully home cooked meals. Edward was completely revived and happy as ever. Despite all the disappointing news, he was pleased to learn that Oberth was returning to Munich University shortly and would be thrilled to let Edward sit in on his lectures.
Much to Irene's displeasure, Edward had decided to leave the morning after. He stood at the front door with his equipment and a genuine smile. He had to get home as soon as possible to search for the next clue. He wouldn't believe that if he got close to the answer it would fly away. This time he wouldn't be beaten down.
"Edward," Oberth's firm gaze set on Edward's, for a fleeting second Edward believed he was going to suggest something of importance. "Have you tried Einstein?" Edward simply shivered at the man's name. He didn't want anything to do with that man.
"I'd rather not." Oberth nodded, agreeing, and let out a sigh.
"Then the last piece of advice I can offer you is a young man currently conducting research in Munich, I believe he is located quite near the university. He is looking for someone to build a rocket with. I believe that his efforts are wasted, but I thought I would let you know anyway. Before you go jumping around, you need to realise that it will be extremely hard to find a patron for men barely eighteen."
Edward had picked up an extremely helpful technique that helped him through the utter frustration of just having to mingle with earth people. It was the helpful habit of only picking up important parts of the conversation. Through this he gained so much more time, and lost the frustration that came with having to listen to people ramble on about stuff that would only worry him anyway. Yep he had caught everything he needed know 'Munich, researcher, looking for a partner!' Great, it sounded great.
"His name?"
"Alphonso Heiderich"
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