Epilogue

Henrian was by far surprised when the secretary asked her how she managed to get access the legendary Fullmetal's bank account. That moment Henrian wanted to kick herself for not thinking sooner. 'Of course you dolt! What kind of other 88 years old man would be driving a vibrate red Ford with the alchemy sing on the front?' "Thank you." Quickly mumbling Henrian took the money and raced for her office. 'Wait a minute.' Hernia wanted to hit herself yet again 'How am I to return his watch?'

Next morning as Henrian sat for breakfast when her eyes fell on the headlines 'Fullmetal's final resting place...but the legend continues.' The picture showed a yellow house and the alchemist in Fuehrer Mustang most famous ball-the first foreign envoy-in the next picture. At least she now understood why most of the female-who got to see the young Fullmetal-went drooling. 'Of course the entire family will be there.' Flipping it open Henrian saw that the Xingish emperor will be there as well. "This is some funeral." Getting up Henrian called one of her work mates

"Yo! What's up Hen?"

"I'm skipping work today. Gotta go to Resembool."

"Don't tell me you're attending the funeral."

"I'll miss it Cornbull, anyway fill up for me and you're free of your paperwork for a week."

"Seriously?! Damn I love you Henrian! Pay my regards to the Alchemist of the people as well!"

Smiling Henrian quickly got dressed and booked the next train to Rsembool.

-7 hours later-

A very pissed mechanic got down from the train. It had been awful, not the train ride but the journey. First the train ran out of coal-"We've been shifting passengers since last evening"-, then with all the rail traffic-"It's the funeral of course there will be traffic". So, by 4pm Henrian trotted up the dirt road and reached the almost empty graveyard, going past all whispers and looks.

"Someone's late."

"The funeral's already over."

"What's she wearing at a funeral?"
True , during her train ride the passenger next to her dumped her coffee on Henrian's business suite so she had to wear the only spare cloth she bought-her mechanic overall of coffee brown full cargo, white loose sleeveless shirt showing her midriff with a coffee brown throw over 'Why. Did. I. Even. BOTHER?!' Henrian continued her mental frustration then look around for any blond haired-golden eyes. Seeing none the mechanic approach the alchemist's grave, seriously you can't miss a gothic marbled gravestone among the normal ones. "Mr. Elric here's your watch!" Henrian slapped down the watch-but with care- in front of the grave "A friend of mine sends his regards." Henrian turned a sharp 90 degree and almost ran in to a guy 'Close call.' The girl sighed out then looked at the man with blond hair and gold eyes "What were you doing?" "Returning his watch." Henrian sighed "Nice grave by the way." "My grandma's or granddad's?" Blue eyes looked at the two identical graves 'so they died together.' "A nice ending..." Her eyes soften "You said something?" She almost forgot her companion "Uh...spectacular...the graves."

"How'd you have his watch?"

"I fixed his car last morning. He happened to forget his wallet and had me withdraw it from his account."

"Good thing you were there."

"Sorry , why?"

"He almost missed grandma by 2 hours. They were together most of their lives, they grew up together and even died together in their sleep."

"Sweet." Henrian smiled at that as the summer evening wind blew her flowing waist length hair.

"Brigadier General Theo Von Elric."

"Henrian Saw, mechanic at level 10."

A comfortable silence followed. Then Hernian turned to leave "Returning?" "Yeah." The girl said "You could stop for the night in the Rockbell house." She turned and stare at the general "I'll be going back to central tomorrow, you can accompany me then." "Thank you Brigadier sir." Hernia followed the man as he walked past her "Relax Henrian, we're outside the military." Henrian Saw smirked to herself "Sure Theo."