Trisha was sitting in her palace, relaxing, when suddenly a guardswoman came to her sanctuary.

"Your Highness, I request something." The guardswoman said. She took off her helmet, revealing brown hair with bangs and a ponytail.

"My name is Alison Eliane." She said.

"What were you requesting?" Trisha asked.

"I was requesting a date with you." Alison said.

"Well then, it's a date." Trisha said. Trisha and Alison went to Trisha's car and they drove off.

"What will it be, bowling, darts, a cabaret, or..." Trisha was cut off.

"I want to go to a local comedy club in Haberkorn Avenue, to see my favorite comedian perform." Trisha drove Alison to the comedy club and parked the car next to the entrance. She got in the VIP line and entered right away. They sat in the Royal Box where you could see a bird's eye view of the action.

"Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for the heartthrob from the land of Corona across the sea, it's Pablo Ricardo!" Pablo Ricardo, a Hispanic man with black hair, blue eyes, a mustache and a beard with a teal suit and a red bow took the stage.

"Thank you, everyone." Ricardo said. "So I was walking up north near Briggs, and I met Olivier, and I gotta tell you, I couldn't BEAR to stay much longer, because that woman is scary!"

Everyone laughed.

"So I was having a special dinner with Mustang, and guess what he ordered, the Flaming Hot Buffalo Wings, because that hot sauce has got to be fuel on that flame alchemy of his."

Everyone laughed.

"When Alex says something is passed down by the Armstrong line for Generations, how far back does it go? Was there a man in prehistoric times named Armstrong that somehow managed to sparkle?"

"Say some caveman dude has a lot of hair on his chest and starts shaving and just by accident he sparkles, so he said to himself, THIS BODY WILL BE PASSED DOWN BY THE ARMSTRONG LINE FOR GENERATIONS! Believe me, it could happen!"

Everyone laughed, but Trisha was feeling pain. Trisha was being pushed around like a rag doll, bouncing around across the halls, crashing into people, knocking over peoples drinks. She rag dolled suspended in the air and flopped like a fish through the hallway to the bathroom.

"Stop it, please!" Trisha told the unknown force in her body. Trisha threw up in the toilet and used her alchemy to make the toilet big enough for a human to be flushed down. Trisha flushed herself down the toilet, and went into the sewers.

"Great." Trisha said to herself. Now my beautiful clothes are ruined by sewage waste." The unknown force made her go up into the sewer a block from the cabaret club, rag dolling off of cars like in Saints Row and landing right in front of the entrance. Alison went to check on her.

"Trisha, are you ok?" Alison asked. Alison placed her hand on Trisha's chest, revealing that there was a fetus inside Trisha.

"The bae..." Trisha said faintly.

"What bae?" Alison asked. "Don't tell me you're cheating on me!"

"The baby..." Trisha told Alison.

"And?" Alison asked, wanting a full conformation.

"Renee raped me, sending a magical discharge into me, creating a baby inside me."

"We have got to get you to an abortion clinic." Alison said.

"Is there an abortion clinic in Albion?" Trisha asked.

"Abortion is illegal in Albion, but it is perfectly legal in Drachma." Alison said. "Drachma and Xing are the only countries to legalize abortion."

"So I guess we will be heading north to Drachma." Alison drove Trisha up north to Drachma to get to the abortion clinic, headed for the gates with the red flags with white circles with black bears in the center.