"There's something off about this, Al." Ed muttered to his brother as they got back into the car. Ciel's driver was seated in the front with the driver that had been travelling with the brother's since Amestris.

"Let's just find his butler so we can go back home, Brother." Al suggested. "What's that paper say, anyway?"

Ed pulled the paper from his pocket and broke the wax seal. Inside was an address, and as Ed's eyes travelled to the bottom of the page, his face turned a beet red. He quickly folded the paper and shoved it back into his pocket.

"What did the paper say, Brother? Why is your face all red?" Al questioned him.

Ed shook his head, a look of horror claiming his face. "You don't want to know, Al."

"The Under Taker?" Al's voice sounded more than concerned as they read the large sign outside of the building.

"Why the hell are we at a funeral parlor?" Ed muttered. "I'm telling you, something is off about this entire thing." Frustrated, Ed motioned for Alphonse to follow him, and entered the building.

The room was dark and there was a dank smell in the air. "Hello? We're here to see someone on behalf of Ciel Phantomhive." Ed called out.

There was no answer. The room was decorated with coffins and shelves lined with bottles and urns. Ed's eyes travelled across the length of it, scanning for anyone who could help them. "Hello?"

"Ye-es?" The voice was so close to Ed's ear that he physically jumped, turning so suddenly that he fell backwards. He clapped his hands together, ready to use his alchemy.

The man he saw in front of him was just as creepy as his surroundings. Dark robes, a tall hat, and hair grey and long- so long that it covered his eyes. "W-what did you do that for!" Edward exclaimed, dropping his hands to his sides.

White teeth gleamed mischievously from the man's mouth. "So sorry. I did not mean to frighten the pair of you." He stepped closer to Al, knocking gingerly on his armor. "Hmm." He murmured, examining him.

"Uh, we're here to get information for Ciel Phantomhive." Ed told him.

The man turned toward Ed cautiously. "Mmm, the Queen's watchdog. He usually comes himself…"

"Well, he sent us this time. Do you know where Grell or William T. Spears is? Ciel's butler has gone missing and he thinks Grell may know where he is." Ed pressed.

The man flashed a smile again. "Oh, I could tell you exactly where Grell is…However, the young Earl knows how I operate. I will need my payment up front."

Ed glanced at his younger brother, his face growing warm again.

"Well? Go on, entertain me."

Ed huffed, and stepped closer to the strange man. He stretched up, and whispered what the note had read into his ear, blushing furiously.

The laughter that rang out nearly shook the coffins. Alphonse stepped away from the shelves, afraid one of the oddities might fall off and crash against his metal form. The man laughed and laughed, as the brothers stood watching him, Alphonse more confused than Ed.

"Ah…" The man finally settled down, holding his hand to his chest. "Now that was a good one!" He cleared his throat, slowly composing himself. "Grell…Has been right under the watchdog's nose. He has been residing with his fiancé, actually. I suppose he didn't bother to ask his own betrothed on his wild search for Sebastian…" The man flashed another smile. "You'll find Grell at the Midford Manor."

"Ah…Okay. Thank you…We're going to be going now." Ed said quickly, shooing Alphonse out the door.

When they stepped outside, the two stood against the door, trying to comprehend exactly what had happened inside the funeral parlor. "Brother…I think he was insane." Alphonse finally said.

Ed nodded. "He was a lunatic." He agreed. "And what 13-year-old has a fiancé?"

Alphonse was amused by this, and teased Ed, "You could have."

"What are you going on about, Al?" Ed scowled.

"Winry." He mocked his brother.

"Shut up, Al. Get in the car." Ed shooed his brother away and approached the front of the car, where he told the drivers where they needed to go next.

"It's getting late, Master Elric. I think it would be best if we paid our visit to Lady Elizabeth tomorrow." Ciel's driver suggested.

Ed looked at the sky, which was growing dark. "Okay, fine." He agreed.

The driver bowed. "We will find you appropriate lodgings for the night, young sir."

Ed nodded and joined his brother in the car. "Looks like we're heading in for the night, Al. We'll go to the Midford Manor first thing tomorrow."