Once back in Central City, Roy walked through the slowly emptying streets to his lovely home. His visit to the Elric's occupied his mind. He felt it was odd that he was so upset about this little situation involving Riza. After all, he was just given a beautiful and healthy baby girl, why should anything else be on his mind. But he still could not stop thinking about it. He took a detour through the park and approached the park bench Riza passed out next to. He stood back a distance and watched some birds poke at the ground then fly off again. He continued to watch the old worn out green wooden park bench as time drove by. There was nothing special about the bench, except his daughter was almost born there.

He scratched his chin as his eyes scanned the ground. Something white caught his attention floating in the air. He walked over to the small paper that was stuck under the bench. After picking it up, he looked at it. It was a child's drawing of a small family. A dad who had red eyes and an X on his face. Then there was a little girl with blond pigtails and red eyes and then a mom who was drawn in pencil and then erased many times; but then one of the attempts was colored and she had yellow eyes and blonde hair. Roy noted how much the man looked like Scar and the woman looked like Riza with the long blonde hair and the jagged bangs to the side. The names 'dad', 'me' and 'mom' were written over the respected figures.

Staring longer at the drawing, Roy finally shoved it into his pocket and headed home. This was making his head hurt. At home, he found Riza was awake and carrying Emiko on her back in a baby holder while Ryan clung to her skirt.

"Hello love.."

Roy smiled as he entered the kitchen. Riza turned around and held up one finger. She was on the phone.

"Roy is homes, I should go. Thank you Winry. Bye now."

Riza hung up the phone, fixed her hair quickly and turned around to greet Roy.

"Welcome home. how was your trip?"

"Different, but good none the less. How are you feeling?"

"Better, thank you."

She approached him. He went to give her a kiss on the lips, but she avoided that and kissed his cheek. Roy remained standing there as Riza walked past, taking the children back upstairs. In his pocket, Roy clutched the drawing. He rolled it into a crinkled mess then released it, heading into his study.

-- Central HQ --

"Central City military Headquarters, can I help you?"

Maria answered the phone. She listened to the person on the other end before she wrote down a few notes.

"Yes, I understand. Are you sure you want me to... Yes, of course. Yes, sir."

Maria hung up the phone and looked down at her notes. She sighed and then rose form her desk.

"Private Madison, I need to step away, watch the desk and answer the phones."

"Yes ma'am."

The private saluted as Maria left the front desk, heading down the long hall way to the records room. Once inside, she began to look for the row of birth certificates of children born in Central City thirteen years ago.

"Hello Maria."

"Hello Sheska. I'm looking for the birth records..."

"Down this row, tenth right. Then take your second left and it's the sixth row on your right."

"Thank you..."

Maria smiled as he walked past the mousy looking girl librarian and began to follow the directions. She passed all the millions of files ever filled in military history. She wondered why the birth records had to be placed so far back. Final, after taking only one wrong turn, she reached the records. She pulled open the drawer holding the records from thirteen years ago and then began to shuffle through them by month.

"I don't know why the Fuhrer is so uptight. It's a silly little motherless girl trying to get some attention. She probably figures if she accuses a solider, then she will get something out of it. Little does she know, she will probably get arrested for false accusations..."

Maria continued to ramble but stopped suddenly when she fell apon a certificate. She pulled it out, marking her place with the phone note and read over the certificate. Her eyes widened at the sight. She couldn't e reading this. It had to be a joke. She looked around for camera thinking it was all a practical joke. But she was alone. The only other person in this room was Sheska who just knocked over some dusty boxes and was now sneezing in the front. Maria looked over the certificate once more and then slammed he cabinet shut. She jigged her way through the maze of cabinets, said good-bye to Sheska then left the room, heading to the front lobby where she sat back down at her desk.

"Hello Fuhrer, sir... I have the file you requested..."

The following day, Roy left home without waking his wife. He left a not on the kitchen counter and then headed off to work. The whole ride to the office, he was very quiet. Answering Havoc's questions with quick and short answers. Finally Havoc got fed up with the strangeness.

"Roy what in the hell is wrong?"

Havoc pulled the car over tot he side of the rode and turned sideways in his seat. He looked at Roy through the review mirror and Roy continued to stare out his window.

"I didn't tell you to stop Havoc, keep driving to work."

"Not until you tell me what is wrong..."

"Even I don't know what is wrong."

Roy sighed and closed his eyes fighting back al the mixed up emotions inside of him. Havoc sighed and turned back around, driving the car to HQ. Once at HQ, Roy approached Maria. She smiled up at him hesitantly.

"You have the file I requested?"

"...yes..."

"Maria handed a yellow folder over the counter to Roy who took it violently. He opened the cover and stared down at a small photo graph of a newborn baby. It looked just like his daughter Emiko. Blond hair, rosy cheeks; the only difference was the two silver streaks that outlines her face. He moved the pot and stared at the certificate. Two little palm prints and two foot prints sat in old ink on the bottom between two signatures. He scanned the page quickly, from bottom to top. Finally, his eye froze on the name of the child.

"Alexis Hawkeye...?"