Scene Twelve- Dr. Knox's house

The tall man's expression matched that of the doctor's. An emotionless mask that left his facial expression void of any feeling. Dr. Knox remained in the doorway, not willing to let just anyone into his house, especially at this hour.

"And what can I do for you?" The blond man dressed in moderately nice clothes brought his gaze over the rim of his glasses, observing the mess that had consumed the inside of the doctor's dwelling.

"I was actually looking for my son, Edward. I understand he's here." Knox squinted up at the man, only to realize that he did in fact look an awful lot like his patient down in the basement.

"Fine with me," he opened the door all the way and beckoned Hohenheim to follow. "So how'd you know he was here?"

"Oh I have my ways. So how's he doing?" Knox sighed heavily at the question as they made it to the stairway he'd just come from.

"To be honest, he's not doing too well. It's pretty bad." As they got about half way down, they heard Ed still mumbling to himself. Knox switched the light back on and remained where he was. Hohenheim's expression softened when he first saw his son's condition. He understood the mental anguish he was experiencing all too well. Quietly he made it over to the bed.

"How long has he been like this?"

"He just started talking to himself a little bit ago. Not really sure why though."

"Can I spend some time down here with him?" Hohenheim didn't take his gaze away as Ed got a little quieter when he realized there were people in the room with him.

"Just don't make a mess." Knox was ready to just go to bed but knew he probably needed to wait for the other Elric to come in. And now that he thought about it, he probably should make a phone call considering the visitors he'd received that evening. If for nothing else, to give a piece of his mind to the one responsible for all this. Lazily he headed back up the stairs once more.

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Envy rushed from the house. He hated the fact that he was running from a mere human but he knew when he was out matched and he had no intentions of sticking around for the beating. He stopped for a second, listening to the silence. He doubted that he had gotten away so easily. Alphonse seemed really angry and the homunculus knew he wasn't going to give up just because he ran away. Something moved through the brush and he turned just as Greed came out and tackled him to the ground. Letting out an angry grunt, Envy kicked him off and quickly got back to his feet. Just as he turned back to face the other homunculus, the light sound of armor came closer to him. A solid wall of cold steel slammed into him, knocking him back down. Al brought his arms up and slammed his fists down hard into Envy's back. The homunculus let out a painful sound, wondering how something so hollow could be making such an impact. When the suit of armor brought it's arms up again for a second attack, Envy was quick to transform into a dog and scurry away. Alphonse wasn't going to let him get away so quickly as he brought his palms together. The slap on his leather gloves coming together illuminated the darkness in the blue light of alchemy. The ground opened wide in an attempt to swallow the homunculus but he managed to avoid the attack just barely as he climbed up the side. Letting out a furious sound, he turned to glare at the suit of armor.

"Fine, you want a fight then you've got one." The once small being that almost fell into the ravine suddenly grew in size. Al's gaze as well as Greed's slowly went up as Envy's body shifted and changed drastically. His tail slammed into the ground also creating a gorge as well. Bringing his face down, he eyed Alphonse. "So how about now? Still want to play?"

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They're voices grew louder at the presence of another in the room. He had just gotten them to quiet down enough to ignore the racket. It made him uneasy, worried that the only reason they were speaking up at all was because of a homunculus nearby. He rolled to his side or at least tried to, in an attempt to protect himself. He knew he was in no state of mind to fight off anyone and the thought of another assault made him want to panic. He sucked in a deep breath, trying to keep his lower lip from trembling. It seemed to help however one deep breath resulted in another and then another. His breathing gradually became shallow and he started hyperventilating. He knew someone was there, but he couldn't understand why they hadn't made a move yet. What were they waiting for, he was completely vulnerable like this. His sudden change in breathing brought more pain as his lungs pressed against his broken ribs. He gasped at the burning sensation and with the sting of tears, he felt the warm liquid slip down his cheeks.

Sadness crept into Hohenheim's features as he watched Ed. Despite how much he thought he was grown up, Hohenheim knew better. This display of complete weakness was something that would keep him from accomplishing anything. Maybe that was what the homunculus that did this to him wanted. But he wouldn't allow that. He knew that one day he would most likely need both his sons to help him with something they had no idea of. He needed them to keep pushing past everything that was an obstacle. Reaching his hand out, he placed it on Edward's head. The touch startled him and he let out a weak cry as he reached up, grabbing onto his father's arm.

"Nooo," he tried to pull the hand off his head but wasn't able to.

"It's important that you don't remember any of this. I know it's hard to understand but you have to trust me." The sob halted in Ed's throat as he let out a weak cough. Blue electricity sparked through the room without any movement to awaken it. Slowly the voices began to fade as Hohenheim absorbed them. When the last one was gone, Edward felt a wave of relief come over him along with a sudden need to sleep. And it was finally quiet enough to do so. His arm slipped down and his entire body seemed more relaxed. Any injuries around his face seemed to slowly close up. Hohenheim moved his hand, gripping Ed's wrist. Within seconds, it was healed and he moved onto the gash across his chest, followed by his ankle. Now that he was completely healed, Hohenheim glanced around for the one thing that was missing. Well it was more like two items and he finally spotted them across the room. As he made his way back to the bed, he arched an eyebrow and frowned to himself as he looked over the automail. "I'm not a hundred percent sure what I'm doing," he realized quietly.