"I still don't understand the man's logic. The gate can't be brought back. We destroyed it," Alphonse said, sighing and flopping down on a chair.

"Unless the gate on the other side wasn't destroyed," Edward responded, writing something down.

Alphonse shook his head. "I believe they did."

"Has Noa wakened up yet?"

"No," Alphonse said as he got up to walk over to Noa. "Though I'm pretty sure the effect has worn off. She's just sleeping for now."

"Good."

Alphonse sat down next to Edward, who kept on writing. "How're you feeling, Brother?"

"Fine."

Rolling his eyes, seeing how he wasn't going to get anything out of him, he got up and flopped down on his bed, pulling the covers tightly over him. Soon the soft sound of his steady breathing said he was asleep.

Edward kept on writing. He was writing down his thoughts of what happened. He couldn't figure out why that man wanted the gate open. Even if countless sacrifices were used, he believed the gate still wouldn't open. Maybe the man found a way though.

Maybe they could get home…

He shook his head, diminishing the thought. This was their home now. They had to accept that.

His stomach growled and put his hand on it, as if trying to quiet it. Yes, he was hungry, but he wanted to get this figured out.

One, the Uranium bomb was in that man's hands. A very dangerous bomb. That would be Edward's first goal. To get it away from that man and rid that bomb from this Earth forever. But it wasn't going to be very easy. He also needed to come up with a plan to destroy that.

Two, how to get it away from him. Only Alphonse and him knew how to fight. Noa doesn't. And plus, there is a lot of men guarding the bomb. It was going to take some sneaking in.

Edward set down his pencil and stood up. His stomach kept growling. He sighed and opened the door, heading to the kitchen where some food must be left over.

A tremor washed over Edward. He grasped his stomach and gave a yell, collapsing against the wall. The tremor slowly passed, leaving Edward leaning against the wall breathless.

What was the matter with his body?

He felt like it was rotting in the inside.

Maybe… maybe he didn't belong to this world.

Was the world rejecting him?

Edward laughed at this thought. Yeah right.

He slowly stood up and wiped the sweat off his brow. Once he ate his food, he was going to bed. That tremor had taken a lot out of him.

Getting a piece of bread and a glass of water, he finished them on the way back to his room, and then heading for bed, not even bothering to change.

XxXxXxXx

Alphonse got up quietly from his bed, not trying to wake up the snoring Edward and quietly sleeping Noa. He went over to what Edward was writing. Sure enough, it was all different ideas that Edward had written about the gate. Alphonse nodded at the ideas that he had, thinking that it was possible that the man didn't know the gate was officially destroyed.

He opened his 'journal' and started writing, to write his own thoughts on the ordeal.

Slowly the sun started shining through the blinds, landing straight on Edward's face. His eyelids fluttered and a growl erupted from his throat. He turned around and pulled the blankets over his face.

A light laugh came from the other side of the room. Edward glanced out from the covers and growled at Noa who was holding a hand over her mouth, smiling.

Alphonse turned around, closing his journal. "Good morning, Noa."

Noa nodded to him and got up. "What happened to me? I feel like I've been asleep for hours."

A sigh came from Edward as he sat up. "You have been. Lucky for you, we were able to escape."

"A sleeping dart hit you're back as you were climbing up…"

"But you fell back down on me," Edward interrupted.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Noa said quietly. "I didn't mean to get in the way…"

"You didn't!" insisted Alphonse.

"Anyways, let's go. We're going back to that building," Edward declared. "We're getting that bomb."

"Should I stay here?" Noa asked.

"That might be better," Edward replied. "We'll see you later, Noa."

Alphonse nodded his head in goodbye and followed Edward out the door.

Noa sat down on chair, her eyes never leaving the door

XxXxXxXx

"Shh," Edward said, holding a finger to his lips. He and Alphonse were currently on the top of the building, looking down through a ceiling window. They couldn't see anything there anymore. From up there, it looked abandoned.

Alphonse was trying to undo the window by removing the nails. Luckily it was big enough to fit one person through at a time. If it was any bigger than they might have trouble getting spotted, or even have trouble trying to remove the window, 'cause dang, the glass was still heavy for this small piece.

Edward helped move the glass over. He tied a rope to a small hook and then lowered it through the hole. He motioned that he would go first, and he started to climb down.

As he climbed down, he looked around. He sighed, realizing that the man had left, leaving no trace that he was even there. He kept going down, wanting to make sure. Alphonse soon followed, even though having realized it was abandoned from the look on Edward's face.

Edward reached the floor and looked around. Everything was gone. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Alphonse, don't even bother coming down more. They're gone."

Edward grabbed the rope and started to climb back up.

"You're not even going to search the rooms, Brother?" Alphonse asked, not moving.

Edward kept on climbing. He grasped the rope hard and stopped. Damn… another tremor coming. He held tightly, his stomach feeling like it was bursting in two.

"Brother…?" Alphonse's eyes opened in horror as he watched Edward yell, face in pain. Edward let go of the rope and fell backwards, not even bothering to catch his fall. Alphonse climbed down a little more, knowing he was too high to jump down. Finally he jumped down and ran to Edward, who was passed out on the floor. "Brother…! BROTHER!" he yelled at him, trying to wake him.

Edward didn't move, though his face was still clenched in pain.

Alphonse grabbed his arm and lifted Edward up. He bit his lip. Shouldn't Edward weigh a little bit more? He felt like a toothpick.

He ran out of the building and into the streets, Edward still not waking up.

He had to get Edward away from here. Something was hurting him. He started to head to the hotel.

Edward groaned and opened his eyes, seeing he was over Alphonse's shoulder. Looking at his backside wasn't on Edward's list, so he attempted to get off from his shoulder, but to no gain. He didn't have the energy too.

The pain had passed once more. Edward's vision blurred and he closed his eyes, passing out once more.

XxXxXxXxXx

"He still hasn't woken up," Noa said worriedly, placing a wet cloth on Edward's forehead.

"He does have a fever, but it shouldn't be this bad," Alphonse sighed. "This is getting too dangerous. Soon Edward won't be able to move anymore if this keeps on happening. I'll look for the bomb by myself to help him get his rest."

"You will not," Edward whispered, having woken up. "I'm fine now. I can move."

"You will not!" Noa responded, using the same words. "You're sick with a fever. Your skin is all sweaty. You will be staying in bed, Edward."

"But…"

Noa placed a new wet cloth on his forehead. "Just rest, Edward. Saving the word doesn't happen in a day."

"She's right," Alphonse said. "Do what she says."

Edward closed his eyes and did exactly what they said, not having the energy to fight back.

Alphonse sat down and opened his journal, writing once more.