Hi! I changed my mind again! That's just me, ya know? So here's the note:

NOTE: In the last chapter I said that this one comes before the last one. Well, I changed my mind. This chapter is happening during the same day. It starts around noon and ends at around nine pm.

Winry stomped around the small house cursing her 'darling husband'. She had woken up alone, again. There was no note, again. She had no idea where he was, again. She was pissed, again. And, there was going to be hell to pay, again.

After stomping around for a good twenty minutes, Winry came upon her kitchen. Because her wrench was 'missing' Winry had found another way of channeling her anger. She baked, usually cookies, usually chocolate chip. There was just something about beating sugar into butter that calmed her. Maybe it was the word 'beating'.

Now where's that cookbook Ed bought?

Hmmmm. How about cheesecake? That sounds good… Winry quickly flipped pages in a large cookbook. Her 'darling husband' was beginning to redeem himself. Finding her recipe, the woman began rummaging threw her cupboards. Everything was fine until she reached the fridge. No milk. "Edward!" she hissed.

Winry stomped about the house gathering her things until she felt calm enough to face the public. She fixed her ponytail while she plotted her revenge. Which eventually turned into 'washing all his white underwear with his red coat.' Pink is a wonderful color.

Halfway out the door Winry stopped and smiled. She had a reason to go out. She had a reason to go out and see people that weren't in the military. Yes, life was good. She could leave her house whenever she wanted, as long she had an escort….

The street was almost empty, almost. About three thousand different shops were open, and it really seemed like the world was all at home. That was probably where Winry should have been, but instead she was out shopping. For milk, of all things.

Of course, half way to the store milk became the worst sounding food on the face of the planet. Milk! How….interesting. A baby will do many strange things to you, including convincing you to go out at 1pm to buy milk, and then telling you that milk was the worst idea you've ever had. But then again, cheese cake was the best idea in the world. Annoying conflicting emotions.

Hours later (Hey, you try and find milk that doesn't smell sour to a pregnant woman!) Winry was searching around in her purse for her keys.

Ahah! Keys!

Putting the key in the lock she began to turn. Something felt strange to her, the door was shaky. Damn it, I left it open. She pushed the door, and could only find two things to be happy for. A) There was going to be cheesecake! B) Ed hadn't come home and noticed the door was open. That would have scared him to death.

Something's different. Really different. Her house felt…strange. Like it had been opened up and someone had aired it out, taken the hominess out of it, and then let it to her. Creepy! Maybe I'll go visit Ed…

Then the idea of cheesecake came back into her mind. Can't ignore that! No no no…

It still feels weird.

She hummed her way into the kitchen and began to beat out her uneasiness.

Thump!

She stopped.

The house was silent.

So now I'm hearing things too? Great.

She continued cooking.

"Hmm hmm hm hm hmmm."

Boom!

Winry dropped the spoon. "Crap!"

Her eyes shifted to the window. A thunderstorm. Great, just what I need right now.

Lighting flashed and Winry winced.

Thump!

"Stupid house! Stop making dumb noises!" she shouted at the walls and floors.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

She stopped and stared at the hallway. What the hell is going on!

I'm talking to myself. Why am I doing that?

Stop freaking out me! Everything's fine! How about we call Ed, would that make you feel better?

"Yes." She looked at the hallway and tried to put all the stories of Scar, Envy, and all the other people who had tried to kill Ed in the past.

"Oh God."

Thump!

"Please just leave me alone! Please just leave us alone!" she cried out to whoever was out there. "Please."

A cloth was put agonist her face.

"Please."

She fought to keep her eyes open and thought 'Please.'

"Please!"

Okay! Well if there's one thing I've learned from this it is that I can't write horror. At least not very well. Same jazz I always say. Yep. Wow. I lack all talkativness right now. Sorry!

Love Ya!

Brickwall847