Ah, yes, I finally got around to putting up part two… Just as a warning, there's something in here that I may end up changing, due to its… potential plotholeness… but I may just ignore it and hope that you can ignore it too… or maybe I'm just being paranoid… either way, here ya go.

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The next day, the three boarded a train for Central. Ed spent most of the ride pulling metal objects off his arm, eventually realizing it was a lost cause. Halfway through, he noticed that his arm was stuck to the metal windowsill. Al laughed as Ed tried to pull himself off.

"Hey, Al, can we switch places? I'm not a big fan of this whole magnet thing."

"Sure," Al replied as he stood up. Just then, someone walked up to the three. He was a huge man with a twirly lock of hair on his head. Ed swore he saw sparkles floating around.

"Elric brothers! It's good to see you!" he said, crushing Al in a hug. Ed and Winry stood up at the same time. Winry had to put all her effort into preventing Ed from attacking the man.

"Hi, Major Armstrong!" she said as he let go of Al. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, just coming back from a trip to East City. How are you three?"

Winry moved her bag to make room for Armstrong to sit next to her. "Not too bad, but you heard what happened, right?"

Armstrong looked at Winry in confusion. "No, I haven't heard anything."

Ed and Al both looked away as Winry spoke again. "Well, they sort of lost their memories. They don't remember anything that happened in the past five years."

"Nothing?"

Ed shook his head. "No."

"Sorry. If I had known, I would certainly have approached you differently."

"Yeah, right," Winry muttered under her breath. Al seemed to be the only one to hear that, because he shot her a confused look. Winry shrugged it off and looked out the window. They were almost to Central.

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"Where are you going from here?" Armstrong asked as they got off the train.

"We're trying to see if we can find a way to retrieve our memories. Brother thought it might be a good idea to ask Colonel Mustang."

Armstrong stopped walking. "You have to be careful. Don't approach him when he's working."

"Huh? Why not?"

"It would be troublesome for him."

Ed looked confused. "Then how can we talk to him?"

"Do you know which hotel you'll be staying at?"

The three exchanged glances. Finally, Winry spoke up. "Yeah, it's this one," she said, handing Armstrong a piece of paper. Armstrong looked at it and gave it back to Winry.

"I'll tell him you're staying there. In the meantime, don't do anything suspicious."

Armstrong walked off, leaving the brothers fairly confused.

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Ed and Al were sitting in their hotel room when there was a knock on the door. Ed got up and opened the door, expecting Roy to be on the other side. Instead, it was one of the concierges from the hotel.

"There's a phone call for you at the front desk."

"Oh, okay," Ed said, following the man downstairs. He picked up the phone uncertainly, wondering whom it was. "Hello?"

"I'm glad you're here. It saves me the trouble of trying to find you."

"What?"

Roy sighed. "I know how you can get it back."

"Really?"

"Yes. But," Roy continued. "We should find someplace to meet. I don't want to draw attention by going directly to you, or for you to draw attention by coming here."

"So, where are you saying we should go?"

"Winry Rockbell's with you, right?"

"Yeah, she is."

"Good. She should know where to go."

"Eh?"

"The resting place of an old friend. You don't remember him, but she does. Come in five days, at noon."

Ed was about to ask more when Roy hung up. He looked at the phone for a moment before giving it back to the concierge. He walked up the stairs and knocked on Winry's door.

"Winry?" he called out softly, hoping she hadn't fallen asleep. She opened the door and looked at Ed.

"What is it? I was about to go to bed."

"I got a call from Mustang."

"Eh? What did he say?"

"He said… to meet him at the resting place of an old friend. In five days, at noon. He said you'd know what he meant."

Winry looked at Ed. "Of course, you wouldn't remember him… Well, I'm going to sleep now."

"So you know what he's talking about?"

"Yeah, I do. Good night."

"Night."

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Ed had a very long streak of bad luck the day of the meeting. First he fell out of bed, which caused him to land right on his suitcase. His suitcase was open, and a random spoon stuck to his back. Ed didn't notice the spoon until he pulled off his shirt, when it hit his head. While Ed rubbed his head, he walked into the bathroom, where he tripped on the tile and landed face first on the floor.

"OW!" he cried, and Al came running into the bathroom. Ed sat up and rubbed his head.

"Ah, jeez, figures something like this would happen," he muttered as Al examined Ed's head. "Does it look bad?"

"Not too bad. Jeez, you're such a klutz."

Ed tried to stand up, but underneath his foot was some water, so he slipped and fell back, hitting his head again. He lay on the floor for several minutes, clutching his head. "Damn it…"

There was a knock on the door. Al went to open the door. It was Winry.

"What are you guys doing? We should get down to breakfast before… where's Ed?"

Al pointed to the open bathroom door. "He's been having some difficulties this morning."

"Difficulties? What kind of difficulties?"

"Well, I think he forgot how to walk, because he's lost his footing twice already this morning. And he hit his head both times."

Winry walked into the bathroom and helped Ed to his feet. "Maybe you should stay in bed today," she said as she sat him down on the bed. "Al, you should stay with him."

"But what about meeting the Colonel?" Al asked.

"I'll do that. I'm the only one who knows where to go, after all. And we can't leave Ed all alone, especially when he's bound to hurt himself even more."

"Hey," Ed muttered as he stood up. "Just because I had a couple of probl-" he tripped again. "Okay, fine, maybe I do have a problem."

"Yeah, so you should stay here so you don't get a concussion."

Ed sighed and sat back down. Winry checked the room to make sure there weren't any stray pointy objects floating around before leaving. "I'll be back in a while, okay?" she said as she closed the door.

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Roy was waiting patiently at Hughes's grave when Winry showed up. Roy raised an eyebrow in surprise when he saw her alone. Winry saw this and looked slightly embarrassed.

"Uh, Ed's been having some problems this morning, so he stayed at the hotel. Al's with him."

"Problems? What kind of problems?"

"He's hit his head four times already today." Winry sighed. "I can't believe he's such a klutz."

Roy laughed. "For a minute I was worried that he'd gotten sick again."

Winry looked at Roy in confusion. "Again?"

Roy looked at Winry. He was resisting the urge to find a desk and bang his head on it. "Ah, right, you don't know what happened after they regained their bodies."

Winry shook her head. "I know Ed went missing, but that's all."

Roy scratched his head before looking at Winry again. "It's a pretty long story. What do you say we go get lunch? My treat."

"Uh…"

"Unless you'd rather stay here in the cold."

Winry didn't move. Roy sighed. "Whatever Edward told you about me, it isn't true, okay? Besides, this is something you should know."

Winry thought about it for a moment. "Okay."

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Ed lay on his bed for a long time. He was beginning to worry about Winry. Why was it taking so long for her to meet with Mustang? He looked over at Al, who seemed to be sharing that concern. After a while, Al spoke.

"I wonder what they're doing."

"Yeah, it's not like Winry to take so long to get one thing. Maybe something happened."

"Brother, don't be like that. I'm sure she's fine."

There was a knock on the door. Al stood up and walked over. A concierge was standing in the doorway.

"There is a phone call for Mr. Elric."

"Which one?"

"He wasn't specific."

Ed and Al exchanged glances. Al sighed and followed the concierge downstairs. Ed stared at the ceiling, barely moving. After a while, he got bored and went downstairs to see what the phone call was all about.

Surprisingly, Al wasn't downstairs. Ed looked around, went back up to his room to see if he had missed seeing his brother on the way down, went back down, looked around the lobby again, and finally decided to ask the concierge.

"Your brother? He took the call and left suddenly. He said he had something important to do."

"Why wouldn't he tell me, though?"

"He seemed very panicked. He said that you should wait here for Ms. Rockbell. He'll be back in the evening."

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Winry sat poking at her food. Roy had just finished telling his side of the story, and now there was an uncomfortable silence. After another moment, Roy pulled something out of his pocket.

"I got this note a while ago. It's from Alphonse."

Winry took the note and read it. "Wait, so they knew they'd be losing their memories? And what does this mean, endangering me?"

"You remember what I said, right? They were using you as a way to make sure those brothers wouldn't go off and do anything against them. Now that those two don't remember anything they found out about the enemy, though, there is no longer a need for that."

"But if they remember, won't that be a problem?"

"As long as nobody finds out, then it won't be. However…" Roy trailed off, looking through the window. Winry looked at him in confusion.

"Um, is something wrong?" she asked.

"I could have sworn I just saw Alphonse run by."

"Eh?" Winry looked out the window, but she didn't see any trace of Al. "Are you sure?"

Roy shrugged. "I was probably imagining it." He handed Winry a small medallion. "This is what you need to give them. I don't know how it works, but this is what came with the note."

"Thank you," Winry said as she stood up. They walked down the street for a while before going their separate ways.

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Al stopped running as he came to a deserted warehouse. He looked around, trying to see if he was in the right place. After a moment, he heard footsteps coming from inside. Al hid behind a wall to see who it was.

Two military policemen walked out of the building. They were so absorbed in conversation that they failed to notice the teenager standing right by them. Al watched as they continued on their way. He failed to notice the person standing right behind him.

A hand went over Al's mouth and a blade was pressed against his throat. Al tried to see who was behind him, but he soon realized it was a bad idea to try and move his head. He heard a voice in his ear.

"Walk quietly forward and I won't kill you."

Al followed the instructions, eventually ending up in a dilapidated room inside the warehouse. Someone was standing in the shadows. Al felt the hand leave his mouth, but the blade was still against the throat. The person in the shadows walked up to Al. He was wearing a military uniform.

"Heh, I forgot how easy it was to manipulate a ten-year-old."

"I'm fifteen," Al said, glaring at the man.

"But in your mind you're still ten. Or did that change?"

"Who are you?" Al asked.

The man smirked. "Well, I guess since you don't recognize me, you don't remember anything. Well, who I am isn't important. I have some questions for you."

"Like what?"

"Like why you're in Central, for one. Don't you live in Resembool?"

"Yeah, so?"

"So why are you in Central? It's not like there's a point to it. You've thrown everything away."

"What do you mean, I've thrown everything away? Are you talking about the past five years?"

"That's exactly what I'm talking about. I'm skeptical that you just happened to forget everything that's happened. Of course, maybe that's the price you paid to regain your bodies, but then why did you only forget after your brother got his arm back?"

"How should I know?"

"Good point. Well, how about this," the man continued. "Why are you in Central?"

"Winry's visiting someone. We just came because we didn't have anything else to do."

"Ah, your childhood friend. Who is she visiting?"

"I don't know. She hasn't told us."

The man sighed and gestured to the person holding Al. Al felt the blade leave his throat, just before something came crashing down on his head. "I guess we'll just have to ask that pipsqueak," the man said as Al began to lose consciousness.

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Ooh, so dramatic! Enjoy.