(A/N: Hey guys! Sorry this one took so long! But I wanted to try to make this chapter longer! Here you go! Enjoy!)

"Go wash up, quickly now. Knowing your father and grandpa, they probably couldn't wait to start." Katrina's mother shook her head, as she headed down the staircase. Katrina just smiled and headed into the bathroom to wash her hands. Mother was probably right, her grandfather was never patient and her father was the same. When she finally came down stairs she could hear them talking with Mother in the dinning room.

"You men are always in a rush. Can't we ever wait for everyone to be at the table?"

"Darling, we had been sitting for fifteen minutes, we didn't want it to get cold…" Katrina recognized this second voice to be her father's. "Where was she anyway?"

"She was in the attic again. Henry I don't want her up going up there." Katrina stopped at the dinning room door and listened.

"Lucy, she's not in a bubble…" Her father said.

"But still I worry. It's hard for her with a bad leg." For a moment there was only silence. Then Katrina could hear the sound of chair being pushed back from the table. That's when she heard the third voice. "A "bad leg" never stopped me." The voice said slowly. "Let the girl go, Lucy. Don't cripple her any more than she is." And with that, the sound of footsteps, one much heavier than the other, echoed as the third voice left the dining room. Katrina heard the door to the study open and close. She chose that moment to enter the dining room. "I'm sorry I'm late, Papa." Katrina said calmly. She decided to pretend she hadn't heard any of the conversation that had taken place only moments before. "It's alright, dearest." Her father said as he pulled out a chair for his teenage daughter. As Katrina sat down, Henry pushed her chair in and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Now you'll have to excuse me ladies," he said heading for the study "but I think I should have a talk with the old man…"

"I heard that!" the voice called from the study. Henry chuckled and went inside.

Katrina stirred the bowl of soup that sat in front of her. She didn't have much of an appetite at the moment. She just wanted to go back upstairs. Her mother sat stiffly across from her. She knew that Katrina had heard what they were talking about, she couldn't be fooled. Lucy never meant to be so strict or sound so cruel, but ever since Katrina was born she had feared for her daughter's life. At birth she was such a weak baby and the doctors were skeptical about her health. They told her she would most likely die. But Katrina was a spirited child and as time went on she grew, and got stronger and quite pretty. It was only her leg that stood out so abnormally.

Katrina's mind was back in the attic. What did that journal mean? She turned and looked over to the study door where her father had entered. She had so many questions. She was aching to go to Gramps and ask him. Somehow she knew he had the answers. But something held her back. She wanted to go back and read more from the journal first. Besides if she asked Grandpa, he might be suspicious of her snooping. She would have to get back up to the attic. 'Problem is that after tonight, Momma will be watching me like a hawk.' Katrina thought. 'I won't be able to set foot in there for a second let alone long enough to read that thing.' So Katrina decided she would have to take the journal when she found it next. She just had to wait for the proper time 'Although I know I'll burst if it's not soon!' she thought.

It was a sunny afternoon, the kind where the sky was beautiful blue with a warm gentle breeze that kept the white clouds moving slowly. Katrina was lying on a grassy hill not far from the house, crutch at her side. It had been two weeks since she had discovered the journal and she still was unable to get near the attic. As she had suspected her Mother had continued to keep an eye on her. She just heard some soft footsteps coming up the hill. Katrina sat up to see her eldest cousin coming towards her with a grin on his face "Alright there, little 'un?" he said cheerfully. That grin was soon wiped off his face as Katrina's crutch connected to his head.

"OWWWW!!!!!"

"If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand, Gustave!" Katrina said leaning back on her elbows.

"Aye…" Gustave said, rubbing the lump that was now forming on his head. He picked up the crutch and brought it back to its owner. "I won't call thee that again, even though Gramps calls thee that…"

"Only because he knows how it feels!" Katrina protested, as her cousin sat beside her "He doesn't tease me like you all do. It's not my fault that I'm smaller than you." It was true. Although it wasn't by much, Katrina was older than Gustave but shorter by at least two inches. His younger siblings were catching up too and it bothered Katrina slightly. Gustave had light brown hair and honey colored eyes, and a little freckled around his nose. His father came from Yorkshire and he brought him and his mother there to live for a time, so Gastave often spoke some in the dialect. He gave his blonde cousin a nudge when he saw she was still pouting. "Now don do that…Canna tha smile?"

"It's not you…" Katrina confessed. "It's just that…" she stopped for a minute to think. She hadn't told anyone what she had been up to in the attic and she wasn't sure if she wanted to start now. But the waiting was getting to be too much. She turned to her cousin and spoke low, even thought nobody could possibly hear from the house. "Listen, I…I have a sort of secret." She said. Gustave said nothing but nodded urging her to go on. "You can't tell Mama, Grandpa, or anyone! You won't tell?"

"Not a soul!" Gustave said.

Katrina looked back at the house one more time before turning back to her now very curious cousin. "I was in the attic a few weeks ago when I found something!"

"Whut wus it?"

"I'll show you if you help me get it!"

"Whut? Whut have thee gotten thy sen into?"

"Please Gustave! I need your help! I promise I'll explain later, but please!"

Gustave looked into his cousin's pleading golden eyes and felt himself giving in. He just hoped he wouldn't regret it.

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It was after dinner that evening that Katrina and Gustave made the trip up stairs. The adults were all in the study talking while Gustave's younger siblings were playing out front. Gustave straightened the ladder to the attic door. "Why don't thee wait while I get whut thee need?" he suggested. "It'd be quicker…"

"No, because you don't know where to look…" Katrina said. "I just need you to give me a boost, and keep a look out."

"I just hope nobody heard us come up…"

"Just keep your eyes open and your mouth shut…and give me a signal if you hear somebody coming." Katrina ordered. Gustave laced his fingers and Katrina placed her right foot in his hands. "On three." She said "One, two…", and Gustave lifted her up quick to the ceiling. Supporting herself on the ladder with one hand she lifted the door with a shove with the other. The door fell open with a thud. The cousins winced. "Hope Momma didn't hear that…" Katrina whispered as she crawled into the attic.

"Just move quickly, love! If she did hear, she'll be up any second!"

Katrina crawled across the floor where she remembered seeing the trunk. As quickly as she could she removed the dusty sheet and opened it. As she scrambled through the junk and tried to find the journal, but there must have been a lot more junk than she thought because she couldn't find it right away.

Back by the ladder, Gustave waited passing the floor. Suddenly he heard noise coming from the floor below. Footsteps, and they were deadly close to the stairs. Gustave looked up to the open attic door to call out but held his tongue. If he said anything, they'd get caught for sure. Katrina said to give the signal if he heard somebody coming. It would have been a good plan except for one flaw, she hadn't told him what the signal was! Gustave felt himself begin to panic.

In the attic, Katrina couldn't hear what was going on down stairs. Looking through the junk she saw a bunch of new things she hadn't seen before! She wished she had the time to look at them all, and she couldn't bring everything downstairs. She sighed and continued the search for the journal. She would just have to find a way to come back up to look at everything else. She shifted through some photos when she finally found leather bound book. As if on cue, Gastuve popped his head through the door in the attic floor "Katrina, hurry! Somebody be commin'!"

Katrina slammed the trunk shut and crawled towards Gustave as fast as she could, clutching the journal to her chest. When she reached the opening in the floor she swung her legs over the edge. Gustave helped carry his crippled cousin down the ladder and climbed back up as fast he could to shut the door. But then sparked a new problem: They had nowhere to run! The only way back to Katrina's room was down the stairs and somebody was already half way up! Before she could think of anything else, Katrina opened the coat closet and pulled Gustave in with her to hide among the heavy winter coats. She shut the door behind them but let open just a crack so they could see out.

The footsteps continued till they reached their floor. The steps continued towards the ladder to the attic. Katrina looked out to see her mother looking about anxiously. Lucy climbed up the ladder and peeked through the attic door. Satisfied to see that her daughter was not up there she shut the door and climbed back down. "Must be out in the Garden with Gustave again." She said softly. And with that Lucy went back downstairs, not even noticing that the winter closet wasn't closed all the way.

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"What on earth was that all about?" Gustave finally said as Katrina closed her bedroom door behind them. They had waited in that hot and crowded winter coat closet for 15 minutes before coming back downstairs. After almost getting caught by Katrina's mother they didn't want to take any chances. "Thee owes me an explanation!"

Katrina sat on her bed and looked at the leather bound journal in her hands and smiled a little. "I think you'll understand when I show you this, Gustave." She said softly.

"Whut is it?"

Katrina opened it to the first page. "Look at the name at the bottom." She said as she handed the book to her confused cousin. Gustave took the journal and took a good look at the name. His eyes opened wide as he saw it was his own grandfather's name written on the first page.

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"Look here, reviews for the ballet, Sleeping Beauty…" Al suggested.

"I don't know, Al. Think you might be a little old for Fairy Tales?" Ed said, more as a joke than anything. When his younger brother didn't answer him, Edward turned to look at him. "Hey, I didn't mean it." Ed looked at his brother. He seemed very fixated on the newspaper article. "Alphonse, is something wrong?"

"Brother…look!" Alphonse shoved the paper in his older brother's face. Edward took the news paper had held it a bit further back so he could read it. It was a review on the ballet. Ed was about to question his brother when he saw the picture. It was only a small black and white photo but Ed would have recognized her fair skin and blonde hair if he was born colorblind! "It couldn't be…" he whispered. 'Winifred Roderick, gave an enchanting performance as the Princess Aurora.' Edward sighed as he read. He knew it was too good to be true. He gave the paper back to Alphonse and started heading back to their apartment.

Alphonse looked on, confused then ran after him. "Brother wait!"

"It's not her Al." Ed kept walking.

"What do you mean it's not her? Look at her!"

"Look at the name!" Ed stopped and turned. "It's not Winry…she's just another familiar face."

Al clutched the news paper close and tried his hardest not to show the tears that were threatening to spill from his eyes. "I just…I thought…"

"You wanted it to be her." Ed finished. He hated seeing brother pained like this. "Al, I wanted it too. I know you miss Winry, so do I." 'You have no idea how much I do…' he thought to himself. It was true; Edward would often sit up at night for hours thinking about their best friend back in Risembool, in their world. He often felt like kicking himself for coming back to this place. He had a chance to go back home, to be with his friends in his own world, but he decided to come back here. 'I had that chance, and I blew it. For both me and Al.' "I'm sorry…" he sad outloud.

Ed felt Al place a hand on his shoulder. "It's not your fault brother," he said "it was my choice too." Edward looked at his younger brother's eyes. They were warm and understanding. Al always had a way of knowing exactly what his brother was talking about.

Ed looked at the news paper one more time. Al still looked at him hopefully. Finally Ed nodded. "Alright, lets see if its even possible to get tickets to this thing…"

"Yes!" Al cheered, with a huge smile on his face. Edward had to smile himself. Even though he didn't want to give his hopes up, he had to admit he was curious about this "Winifred Roderick".

(A/N: hey guys, I got more coming I promise! Please keep up the reviews!)