It had been about a month since Edward had returned to his present time from 1921 Germany. He had no memories of any of it, and couldn't explain where he had been. None of his friends cared, they were only happy that he was back with them, and healthy. After much teasing from Alphonse, Ed and Winry had admitted their reasons for constant fighting—a secret crush. The peace of admitting it hadn't lasted long, and they were right back to fighting one another.

Alphonse sighed, hearing the two yelling in the next room, fighting over milk of all things. "Why can't they ever grow up?" he crossed his arms.

Pinako laughed, shaking her head. "Fighting is how they express themselves. Everyone has their own way, it can't be changed."

Al shook his head. "Wish theirs was something more calm." Pinako just laughed again.

Later that week, they received a visit from Roy and Riza, both off work and on a date—the two had also finally admitted their feelings for one another. Roy's eye was healing nicely, but Riza still constantly checked on it to make sure he wasn't in any pain. They brought news that Mrs. Hughes and Elysia were both doing well, and that the rest of the soldiers were getting along fine. Roy was coming closer and closer to his goal of becoming head of the military, with Riza's help.

All in all, things seemed to be the picture of perfection—everything as it should be, everyone happy, and things finally going right.

But in 1921, things weren't the same story. Annalise wasn't satisfied with Edward's letter and explanation. She had fits of emotion that she couldn't seem to control. Sometimes just thinking of him would anger her so badly that she would break many objects before falling asleep in tears. Other times she became so numb that she could do nothing but sit and stare up at the sky for hours on end, wishing she knew why she hadn't been important to the one she had given her heart to.

In search for answers she had gone to his father, Hohenheim in Munich. The answers he had given her were the same he had given her in the letter, and gave her no peace. She wanted desperately to find him and force him to explain why she was so unimportant that he could simply leave her like that with less than a moment's thought. She knew that wherever he was, he was obviously happy, while her world had crashed around her.

This was an injustice, and she planned to fix it. As Edward himself had done, she began to look over the files that they had gone through on rocketry. That was how he had gone, and although the research was abandoned there, she knew that it had worked—or else her love would have returned to her and apologized. She knew the process may very well take her many months to understand, many more than it had Edward and Hermann Oberth.

Two separate worlds, and two completely different scenes. One where the entire scene was finally looking bright, and another where the situation was dark and desperate. The two worlds sometimes collide, sometimes clash and mix. The gate to get to either on a separate plane from both, and the entrance only known to the few. Both worlds had their own share of oddities and changes from this gate being opened and constantly tampered with.

Can either world survive if the gate is somehow opened again by one who doesn't understand the consequences, even if it is for love?