Celwriter: thanks for all of the reviews! I have just this week left until I have to stop updating regularly. (tear from readers) I'm sooo srry, but if my mom thought that I was even reading fanfics, talk about grounded for life! And if she found that I was writing, let's not even go there.

Chapter 4

Cel looked through the opening, staring down the hall that lay before her and Edward. It was something from some creepy sci-fi novel, which was something that she didn't read much, couldn't stand reading about something that might be true someday. She looked at Edward, he looked at her.

"It looks creepy," he said.

"Thank you, Mr. Obvious," said Cel.

"I'm not Mr. Obvious, I'm Edward, remember?" Cel just shook her head and started down the steps.

She ended up in a large room lined with books. Some journals were on a nearby desk. Cel picked them up, examining them. She searched through, looking for something that might tell her how to first make hands for Edward, then put them on.

Each book explained how he made something, but none showed his plans for the hands. Apparently, he had saved the hands for very last. One book went into detail about the addition of something that had enabled Edward to complete normal digestion that Cel really rather would not have liked to read about.

Cel continued searching, to no avail. Each of the other parts the inventor, who ever he had been, had invented individually. He detailed the making on each page of every journal, but Cel could not find what she was looking for.

Cel and Edward searched for hours, not like Edward was very helpful, though. After a while, Cel became so tired, that she leaned on one of the book shelves.

BONK! Something landed on her head. It was another book. Could it be the one that she was looking for? Could it show her how to finish Edward?

She opened to the first page.

DING-DONG! The doorbell rang just as she was about to start reading.