The boy felt better after several days. They let him leave the hospital. He walked in some direction, not knowing where to go. He had to lie that he remembers that he's named John Hawkeye and he came to Central to visit his auntie Elisabeth. But what should he do? Amber eyes… state alchemists… military…

The boy went to the Central Headquarters. He wasn't let into, so he sat outside waiting for god only knows what. He heard several excited voices in the street, something about great state alchemist, Edward Elric. It seemed the Fullmetal Alchemist came to Central. Some soldier asked the boy what he was doing on stairs to the headquarters. Without hesitating he said that he wanted to see the Fullmetal Alchemist. And just when he said this, he realized it was true. He DID want to see him, just because he was curious how the great alchemist would look like. He stayed at the stairs until a blonde woman noticed him.

'Oh, Edward!' she said, going up to him. 'What's the matter? You don't look very well…'

The boy looked at her, astonished. Military… she was wearing a military jacket… she had amber eyes…

'I found you!' he said with joy. She nodded and took him away.

'Let's go to my place. Hope you have this message from the East…'

When they were sitting at the table, the boy sighed.

'Excuse me, Ma'am… I… I can't remember a thing. Can't remember how I got here… what I was supposed to do here… can't even remember my name. I'm sorry…' he whispered.

'Edward, look at me' the woman said. 'You are Edward Elric, Fullmetal Alchemist.'

'I… I am? If I were Fullmetal Alchemist, I'd have here a silver watch…'

'Unless it's not stolen. Edward, I'll remind you some things. My name is Riza Hawkeye.'

'Riza Hawkeye…' Edward repeated.

'You are a State Alchemist and your superior is Colonel Roy Mustang. I'll call him later. So that you can see him… and I'll ask him what we can do with you. You became a State Alchemist when you were twelve…'

'When I was twelve? So… how old am I now? I look like I'm twelve now. I'm short and…'

'You're sixteen. You have a little brother, Alphonse. He should be in Resembool now. It's the village the two of you are from… oh, I haven't asked you what you'd like to drink now… coffee, tea, juice, milk…?'

'Some milk please. Do you know why I'm here?'

Riza sighed, pouring him a glass of milk.

'You should bring us an important message. I'm sorry, but it seems I have to keep you here until you get your memory back…'