The very first chapter contains the disclaimer about spoilers. I tried to be stingy on the information about Chapter 92, but if anyone wants to get upset at me about it, so be it. My take on Chapter 92 of FMA is in the following paragraph. If you don't want to read it, don't.

Well, I'm all done reading 92, yeah, I know that was quick. Al was pretty clever! I half expected Pride to use his sneaky little tendrils and possess Al again, so it's good that we got to see some real action from Alphonse. I won't say too much about it for fear of spoiling it for someone, but I'm glad Olivia got reinforcements, and the person who showed up with Al at the end of the chapter surprised me! I'm upset that we didn't get to see what's going on with Mei vs. Envy, Father vs. Hohenheim, Ed, Scar, & Co. vs. Creepy Mindless Army, Mustang's coup d'etat, or Greed's disappearance, but of course it's impossible to keep up with every battle, every chapter, and I expect we'll see the continuation of at least two of the aforementioned fights next month. By the way, I think Ed, Scar, & Co. are pretty fucked if they don't get help soon. If I may speculate: We know that Greed went back to Central to confront Father. We also know that Ed, Scar, & Co. need help and are underneath Central right now, fighting. Well, wouldn't it be the darndest COINCIDENCE (wink wink) if Greed ran into Ed, Scar, & Co. while he was looking for Father?

Well, enough ranting about that; you guys are here for my fic, not my take on the current storyline! I'm sure you were all in suspense for the forty-odd minutes while I was reading and obsessing of Chapter 92 (why, of COURSE you were, WEREN'T YOU? *nudge nudge*) so, without further ado, here's the next installment of ENAT!

"Come on, run!" Ed shouted behind him. Alphonse was still slow. Ed considered hanging back to help his brother. Too slow! his mind screamed. I have to know what's happened to Grandma and Winry! Then reason caught up with him. Of course he wouldn't leave his little brother behind; that was ridiculous.

"Let's move it, Al." Ed ran back and seized his brother's arm to pull him along faster. "We gotta hurry."

Ed all but dragged his brother along the dirt road, while Al struggled to keep up, tripping over his own feet. He could feel Ed's heartbeat, racing, racing, and every time he closed his eyes he saw newsprint letters behind his eyelids, usually spelling the word, "HAVEN" and sometimes the phrase, "ALL THE INHABITANTS OF THE ROCKBELL HOME, DEAD."

Please be okay, please be okay, please be okay, he chanted in his mind, mouthing the words as well. When he started actually saying it aloud, he realized that Ed had been muttering the same words over and over again the whole time. They were chanting in unison, an insistent and agonized prayer: "Please be okay. Please be okay. Please be okay."

It was too sunny. Why did the sky have to be so brilliantly blue when this was possibly the worst day of their lives? The Elric brothers had had bad days before. The day their mom died, it was cloudy. The day they tried to transmute her, it had been during a thunderstorm. Thank you, sun, for doing their emotions justice. However, today, the day when they were potentially going to lose the only family they had left besides each other… it was painfully sunny. Maybe the thank-you was too soon.

They got within sight of the house and Ed could wait no longer. If he'd been running before, now he sprinted. Adrenaline surged through Al's veins and there was suddenly no pain or difficulty walking, he just let go of his brother and shot off for the porch, and Ed, wasting no time, did the same. They burst through the door together, not even bothering to knock. It was weird that Den didn't bark, and when they saw him lying on the couch sleeping, it was obvious why he hadn't. But then, it wasn't like Den to nap during the day. That was more of a cat thing to do.

More important than Den sleeping was Winry, sitting at the table with her head tucked inside the crook of her arm, which was resting on the table. Oh, God, Al thought. All that for nothing. She's just asleep.

Al let out a shuddering breath, trying to slow his breathing, and walked around the table to wake her. Ed stared blankly at her for a few seconds, then pulled out a chair and collapsed in it. "Huh. You know, the house smells kind of weird today, don't you think?"

"Yeah, a little, I guess. …Winry," Al said, shaking her shoulder a bit to rouse her. "Winry, wake up. You scared us to death, not answering the pho—oh, no." He let go of her shoulder and turned her head to touch her forehead, then he bent down, pulled her limp body up into a sitting position, and put his hands on either side of her face. "Winry! Oh my God."

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"No!" Ed had never moved so quickly in his life, getting up (knocking his chair to the ground in his urgency) and pushing Al aside. Before she fell sideways due to her limpness, he caught her body and felt her face.

Cold. Too cold.

"Shit."

He pressed two fingers into her neck. Nothing. He pressed harder. "Please, please, Win, you can't be! No, no, no, no, no!"

He leaned close and turned his head to the side to try to hear her breathing."Oh, God."

Oh, noes! What's happening? Is Winry...? Find out next chapter!

Oh, whoops, almost forgot: I don't own FMA! =D

Final bonus chapter for today is forthcoming! Oh, and:

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Yay, I'm sixteen now! *throws confetti*