((((( HANNAHS POV )))))

I stepped off my train. 'God, finally.' I stretched and looked around, 'Wait Is that no' Only for a second, I saw a red coat and a tall suit of armor going onto the next train to rush valley. 'Whatever¦ I was gonna see him sooner or later...' I continued looking around, 'hey that kid is wearing a Jason Mraz hat. Gabby was here.' I walked up to her. "Hey kid, where'd you get that hat?" She took a step back, "Uh a nice girl gave it to me." 'Shit I think I scared her...' "Uh cool."

I continued walking away. 'I gotta find out where I am.. Okay. If I were Gabby, where would I be with Ed and Al.. wait aw crap they just- dammit I was just frickin there.' I sighed...'Gah might as well make myself at home here go look around to see if anyone has seen Gabby.. CRAP-'

Unintentionally I had walked into a pole this tends to happen a lot. "Hey you okay?" Some guy was holding out his hand to help me up yes I fell over and it hurt. "Ouch gah" I looked up "GAH ITS ROY MUSTANG" Roy Mustang was standing in front of me why? God I have no idea why. I immediately jumped up.

"How do you know my name?" 'Shit' I backed away. "No reason uh wait" "Whatever. Uh whats that?" He said, pointing to my bass guitar, which I had apparently dropped. "SHIT" I picked it up and examined it. "Nothing seems broken anyways." Turning back to him I replied, "It's my bass guitar. Problem?" "Uh no wait" "Oh this may sound weird because I don't know you but, have you seen my friend? Gabby? You may or may not have met her" He tensed up, "That girl. gah I don't like that girl." "Oh so you have met her sorry do you know where she?" "With my subordinate." "Edward Elric. I know." "Excuse me? What?" "Nothing but DAMMIT I'M NOT GOING BACK ON A TRAIN"

"Okay then uh wait so you're hannah?" He said in shock. "Yeah what of it?" "Your friend told me to screw you" "DAMMIT GABBY. NO." "She can't hear you. " "I don't frickin care," I started walking away. I can afford a hotel, right? Sure. "Uh, Girl, uh. Where are you going?" "Away. To a hotel maybe. If I can afford it." 'I hope I can afford it I don't like living on the streets' I thought."We have some extra dorms. Back at central" "I don't have to pay right?" "Yeah.. I guess." 'SWEET. NO PAYING. HELL YEAH' "Fine. But I expect food. And you're paying." "Paying? What? Oh. You expect me to take you out to lunch, eh?" 'Dammit thats not what I meant' "No. I just said I wanted food." "Come on" 'Yay me.' I sighed. "Fine." 'I don't like this...'

((((( GABBY'S POV )))))

"Jerks, why'd they have to do that?" I said, clearly pissed, as I leaned back in my seat and crossed my arms. "To be fair you did start a riot." Alphonse said. "Flashmob. I started a flashmob. Not a riot. If I started a riot, I would've played the song riot." I said. "I didn't understand any of that." Ed said. I just sighed and looked out the window. *BANG* I looked over to where the sound came from. Someone dropped something. A man about the age of thirty. The suitcase he dropped was shaped weird almost like a...gun. I was staring at it, suspiciously. The man noticed me and glared. I looked away. 'Geez...rude much?..'

Then I noticed Ed was staring at the suitcase to. "It's odd isn't it?" I said, "Almost looks like a gun. Are guns allowed on trains?" Ed looked at me and said, "No, not that I know of anyway. I think military people are allowed to. But that guy doesn't look military at all." I just nodded and gave Ed a look that said - I don't trust him. He looked back at me like - neither do I. Al just looked back and forth between us confused. I continued staring out the window but kept glancing back at the man with the suitcase. Ed did the same. 'This is gonna be a long ride...'

(((((HANNAHS POV)))))

"So... Where are you from?" We had been sitting in silence at the restaurant for more than ten minutes. "Nowhere you would know of." "Try me." Hey! He wouldn't. "Okay... A magical place known as America. The land of the free and the home of the brave." He looked at me blankly. "Yup. I have no idea where that is." Thought so... But I just stuck with saying, "yeah..." "Okay so all I know about you is you are from this 'America' and your name is hannah." "Noooo" I said sarcastically. "My name is Steve and I'm from France. " "France?" "Geez... Nevermind. This is starting to feel like an interrogation. all I wanted was food."

Just then the waitress came to our table, "oh hi, Roy. I haven't seen you in awhile." "Hey, Clarice. I didn't know you worked here." She smiled then looked at me,"is this your daughter?" "Haha. That's funny. NO" I said in return. "God... Don't be rude" "What, Roy? I'm not." "Uh, anyways." She said," what would you like to drink?" Roy replied,"I'll just stick with water. " "Gimme a Coke." She looked confused. "A Coca- Cola? The soda?" "Uh. I don't believe we have that, miss." 'Oh. I'm retarded...' "Uh... What I mean is... Uh... I'm fine with water too."

She just walked away... I guess that's what I would do too... I mean... I'm an idiot. "Anyways. What you said about this being an interrogation." He said to me, "I'm sure you would rather have me questioning you here. Instead of an actual one enforced by the police." "Geez. Fine. Ask away." I don't quite think he was expecting that answer. "Okay... Then... Uh"

"What?"

"Nothing. Just thinking."

"Whatever..."

"Okay uh... So where are you from?"

"You suck at this. I already told you. From good ol' America."

"Oh right. How did you get here?"

"How should I know?"

"uh.. o..kay.. Who are your parents?"

"Not telling."

"...uh"

"What? Why do you need to know who my parents are?"

"So we can return you to them."

"Geez I can get back on my own, thank you very much."

"Whatever"

"Are you single?"

"WHAT KIND OF A QUESTION IS THAT?!"

"I dunno."

"NEXT QUESTION."

"Do you like chinese food?"

"Okay. I cant take this seriously anymore. Screw food. Screw free housing. I'm leaving. " I got up and grabbed my bass. Then started leaving.

"Hey." He grabbed my arm. 'What the hell?' "You are considered an illegal immigrant right now, and you have to be watched at all times." "Okay. Thats just plain creepy. Let me leave before I bash in your skull with my bass." "I honestly don't find that very intimidating. Now sit down." 'DAMMIT.' I sat back down. "I don't frickin need to be babysat." "Its that or prison." "...fine"

(((((GABBY'S POV))))))

'That guy is freaking me out...' The guy with the weird suitcase kept staring at me. I looked away out the window and mumbled, "Take a picture. It lasts longer" I heard Ed laugh a little. "Well sorrrrryyy he keeps staring at me. Its pissing me off." I said. "Yeah...should I tell him to piss off?" 'YES' "Naw.." I said regrettably. "Why not?" I just shrugged. "Well i'm going to." Ed said as he stood up. I glanced at him and then looked back out the window like - do whatever the hell you want. "No..brother don't" Al said. "He keeps looking over here and its pissing me off. i'm telling him." "...fine...but try to be nice..please." "Yeah yeah..whatever."

I saw Ed walk over to the guy and tell him something. The guy didn't look pissed, but he didn't look happy either. The nodded and mumbled what looked like sorry. Ed walked back and sat down and sighed. "So..how'd it go?" I asked. "Gah...the guy said he was just looking out the window over here." "Did you tell him he has his own frickin window?" I asked, sorta pissed. "No...well...technically.." I narrowed my eyes and said, "What's that suppose to mean?" "Look. He's gonna stop looking over here, okay?" I just looked back out the window. 'Yep..long ride..'