"Hmm…," thought Leon to himself. "It seems that my old buddies Alex and Roy aren't too happy about me being back in town. And I came all the way up here to see them."
He hops down off the ledge of Mustang's office window and lands on all fours three floors down. He wears a military uniform, but in such a way as to make Breada seem ready for parade. A big man, he looks about on par with Armstrong.
"I guess I'll go visit Dad," he says to himself.
After a long walk, he stands at the gates of an old cemetery with its gates locked. Without even a running start, he jumps the fence. He looks around then finds a small, badly worn headstone. He claps his hands, and places them on the stone and it becomes like new.
"Hey, Dad," he whispers, almost to himself. "I said I'd come to visit as soon as I could walk here. I kept my promise."
Small drops of water appear on the stone, followed by more. He pulls a small acorn out of his pocket.
"You always wanted to be buried by an oak tree."
He folds his hands around the seed and alchemic light shines from between his fingers. He places the acorn on the headstone and walks away. Massive roots shoot out, seeking earth, while a leafy trunk reaches for the clouds. By the end of the growth, the only visible thing of the headstone is the front, surrounded by tree.
"Instead of vaulting the fence on his way out, he transmutes a hole in the wall and ducks under. He then sets off through the city towards the home of Alexander Louis Armstrong, the Strong-Arm Alchemist, to pay a visit.