Winry looked at the rain-covered bodies and wanted to puke. Every important person in her life, everyone who could make her feel safe, seemed to be there, lying on the ground. Dead. They were all dead. Each and every body was split open, from the inside out, like their souls were trying to escape the pain and anguish that they were feeling. As much as she wanted to look away, Winry's eyes were glued on the field of carnage before her. People who she hadn't seen in years had had their bodies ripped open and thrown into the field; the same went for people whom she knew to be dead, long dead some people she didn't even recognize. She began to cry as she formed a list of the people in front of her:

Al…… Grandma…… Mom…… Dad…… Trisha…… Mr. Hughes…… Elisia…… Ms. Garcia…… Mr. Armstrong…… Riza…… Roy…… Hohenheim…… Ed… Ed?

Winry's tear-filled eyes opened and she re-scanned the field. "Ed?" she whispered, almost daring to hope. "Ed! ED!"

"My, my," a voice behind her said. "Aren't we panicky, hmmm?"

The person's face, the woman's face, was covered in shadow. Winry looked up at her began to realize the stare she was getting was dead. No, she was wrong; there was enjoyment in the woman's eyes. She was enjoying the pain.

"Monster," Winry whispered. "MONSTER!" she gave her the most hated look she could. Winry no longer cared what happened to her. She wanted out of there, in any way possible.

"Don't worry, it will all be over soon," the woman said with excited eyes. "But first, I have something to show you." Stepping aside, she revealed a mangled body.

"ED!" Winry screamed with her whole body and soul. His lifeless body didn't seem to care that her heart had been ripped out as it stared at her, but it got its point across. He was gone. "Ed…" her voice wavered and she lowered her head to cry.

"Don't worry," the woman said, appearing in front of her. "I can make everything good again. I can make everything perfect." As she spoke, the woman put her hand on Winry's head. An incredible began to pulse threw Winry.

She screamed.

Winry's eyes shot open to find herself in the hotel room, still screaming. She continued screaming until a hand gently wrapped itself around hers. Seconds later, she felt strong, reassuring arms wrap around her. A voice broke through her screams.

"Shhhh, Win, you're okay. I'm here." Ed gently hugged his frantic wife and brushed stray hairs out of her eyes. "I'm here."

Flinging her arms around his neck, Winry buried her face in his chest and whispered, "You're alright… you're alright…"

Across town, a young Clair Montgomery was having a similar dream…

TBC!

Now, wasn't that happy? Try writing it a two am, and then we'll talk 'happy'. Tomorrow (well, today…), a good friend is coming over so that we can have a 'party' to say good-bye. She is moving and I won't get to see her anymore. I am dedicating this chapter to her; I hope she can see I will miss her. Sad chapter for a sad occasion. Wow, life is perky. I'm going to sleep now. I'll be funny later.

Love Ya!

Brickwall847

P.S. I love you too, Nanners! (nickname)