AN: I'd like to thank Bluehxxx, Thieving Alchemist, Skyethestarlitangel YesMyLord666, and PokemonFreak90 for the reviews.

I do hope though, that my story isn't that predicable. Remember it came from my dreams and in dreams things are always a bit strange. Hence, this is why I once again apologize for any OOCness.


Roy blinked in utter confusion. He walked slowly over to his desk as he cautiously evaluated the situation. He unbuttoned his coat and placed it on the back of his chair. His eyes scanned over to where the coffee machine was; it wasn't turned on. His men were all sitting at their desks but none of them had received any paperwork either. Havoc and Breda were lazily tossing a paper air place back and forth. Hayate, whined solemnly as he anxiously waited to be acknowledged. It was then that Roy finally noticed that the dog still had his leash on.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?"

His team turned their attention to their flustered General but they did not say a word. They left it up to the timid Fuery to untangle the strangeness of the situation. Fuery rose and approached Roy as he asked "What's wrong, sir?"

"What's wrong, Fuery? I'll tell you what's wrong! There's no paperwork on my desk! Where's the paperwork?"

Fuery answered warily "You mean you actually want to do paperwork, sir?"

"That isn't the point!"

Roy turned his attention back on Hayate, he pointed to the floor "Down boy." The dog obediently followed his order.

Havoc then chimed in "About the paper work, General. We were going to have Fuery go and get it but he convinced us that it wouldn't be fair for him to have to carry all of those papers by himself." He idly tossed the paper air plane back at Breda, who yawned slightly as he caught it; they were all relight on the coffee being made. "So then Breda and I challenged him to a game of 'Rock, Paper, Scissors' but as it turns out he's really skilled at it and he kept beating us. We went through about 15 or 16 games before calling it quits because if Fuery isn't getting the paperwork, I'm definitely not."

"Am I honestly the only one who's concerned? There's no paperwork, the coffee machine isn't even on, and Hayate is in the office with his leash still on! Something has obviously happened to Hawkeye!"

Roy picked up the phone receiver as he hurriedly began to dial out; his heart racing.

"Sir, about Colonel Hawkeye…." Fuery hesitantly began "She called in sick this morning."

Mustang lowered the receiver from his ear but still held onto it tightly; he knew something was wrong. "She said not to worry, she just isn't feeling well, sir. I can get the paperwork."

Roy shook his head and he spoke in a grave tone "How long have you known, the Colonel?"

Fuery began to count out the years on his fingers.

"…you can stop. The point is you should know her by now. I remember a few years back she came into work with a 102 degree temperature and she still managed to finish all of my paperwork for me just so I could make it to an important meeting, that meeting by the way helped me get promoted to Lt. Colonel. Then on the Promised Day, even after her throat had been slashed she still led me into battle because I couldn't see. Trust me when I say she wouldn't miss work because of some illness."

He placed the phone back to his ear and he stood anxiously while the phone rang.

'Please pick up.'


After Riza had questioned the identities of the people who claimed to know her, the girl had started crying and the man called in the doctor to evaluate Riza's condition.

His name was Dr. Braun. He was a lean man, though well aged and his hair had already turned completely white. When he entered the room he brought with him his nurse, Audrey. She was a pretty thing, around 23 or so with short brown hair, and hazel eyes. He first informed her of what had happened. He told her that she had been injured in a hit and run and then for the first time, she heard her name.

"Margot Canter."

She was 28 years old and happily married to William Canter and they had a daughter named Hannah, who had just turned six last week. It seemed bizarre to Riza to hear her life being read off to her from a chart. It was all so cookie cut and simplistic. Was that really her life? If it was, she was then guilty of making her only child cry because she had forgotten her.

Dr. Braun then conducted some coordination tests and he assured her that no permanent damage had been done to her brain.

"Dr. Braun, how long will it be until I get my memories back?"

The doctor thought carefully "Uhhh….It's difficult to say. As I've said no permanent damage has been done to your brain. You have what's known as Retrograde Amnesia. Now from what you've told me, you have no memories from before the accident?"

Riza or as she was now called, Margot, nodded

"It may take weeks or possibly months but I'm sure with time and plenty of rest you will begin to slowly remember."

"I hope so." She looked over to Hannah. She was sitting beside her father, refusing to make eye contact with Riza.

'I'm a terrible mother'

"Mr. Canter, if you could please follow me there are some forms you need to fill out."

He nodded briefly and then turned to Riza "Hang in there, sweetie." He smiled lovingly at her and she faked that same sweetness, all the while feeling completely lost. Hannah walked out of the room with her father and dared not say a word to Riza.

Audrey, the nurse, stayed behind. She closed the door to Riza's hospital room, once she was sure that no one was watching.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Canter. I know you've been through a lot lately and I know you can't remember anything but…."

"What is it?"

"When we brought you in here and we changed you into your hospital gown, I couldn't help but notice the tattoo on your back. "she stated awkwardly

Riza's eyes widened slightly "Tattoo? I have a tattoo?" The words felt foreign to her. She tried to imagine what sort of tattoo she would get but she still couldn't picture it. This cookie cutter life of hers had suddenly gotten a lot more complex.

"Not to say that it isn't a nice tattoo. Lot's of people have them, it's just that….on top of the tattoo I noticed several rather large burn marks." Audrey began to twiddle her fingers nervously "I know Dr. Braun said it was Retrograde Amnesia but it may also be Dissociative Amnesia, which is caused when someone experiences a traumatic event. Sometimes there are things that people don't want to remember."

Riza could tell that she was genuinely concerned and that she feared the worst.

"It's funny that you mentioned burn marks because there is one thing I can remember; fire, it consumed everything."

This did not ease the girls concern, in fact it worsened it.

"If you remember anything else or if you just want to talk, I'm right down the hall, ok?"

"Thank you."

The girl nodded and left the room. Riza lifted up her left hand and examined the gold wedding band. This was her life it seemed and yet nothing felt familiar.

'What would I want to forget so badly?'