The room was silent. Mustang sat patiently at his desk awaiting results on the train wreck wildly wondering if they were able to catch Kimbly or not. It was obvious that he was the one to do it. No one else could have exploded a train so easily and in such a fashion… On the other hand, how he got the train off the tracks was another story entirely.

Nothing had been placed in the train's way and no mortal man could have simply shoved it off… the tracks were only damaged by the explosion as far as anyone else could tell… Lastly, what was his motivation for killing so many people? Why would he do something so…?

"Colonel." Riza Hawkeye spoke calmly as she stepped fluidly into the office.

Mustang straightened.

"We can't find him, sir, but the casualty count in proportion to the survivors is 50 to 1 so far."

"How many people were on the train?"

"One-hundred-sixty-five, sir. That we've found."

Mustang easily performed the math in his head but asked anyway, "How many survived?"

"Three, sir… Full Metal and Alphonse included." Riza lowered her head in respect to the non-survivors.

"Who's the other?"

"Unidentified. She's badly scarred and locked in a coma…"

"Lieutenant?"

Riza jostled her mind out of the corner she spaced off to and blinked away forming emotion in her eyes. "Yes sir?"

Mustang came to his feet and stepped around his desk to approach her.

Riza hastily sifted her mental expression to wipe her eyes clean of any remaining pity he might pick out as he got closer.

He stopped a small two feet away from her and tipped his head to the side wearing a look of 'I saw that. What's wrong?'

Mustang breathed to ask verbally, but altered the breath to a sigh as changed his mind at the sight of her gentle smile. It didn't touch her eyes but if she could manage that much, she was okay. He smiled softly in return and they both exited the office, him after her.

***

Winry's hand quivered around the phone she held against her ear as she listened carefully to what Alphonse had to say. "What do you mean 'he lost his memory'?" She eagerly question as a lump began to form in the back of her throat. "No, no… I understand… I just… can't believe it."

"I have a hard time believing it too, but that's what the doctors said…" Al fell silent for a moment.

"So how did they figure it out? That Ed's memory was gone." Wirny pressed for details to make sense of the situation.

"I'm really not sure. He won't talk to anyone… they say part of it is the fact that even though I'm his brother, he acts scared of me like he's clueless as to who I am… which appears to be true, I just don't see how that makes good evidence… Maybe he feels bad about what happened, or he was thinking about how frightening it was..."

"I see…" What was? Winry nearly voiced her next question but Al cut her off.

"I've got to go, Winry. I'm sorry. The doctors want to talk to me… I'll call you back if I can… Bye."

"Bye." Winry hesitantly lowered the phone to the hook until she heard the dial tone.

She and Pinako stood in shocked silence. What exactly happened to Ed?

Pinako set a hand on Winry's wrist. "I'm sorry, Winry… I wouldn't worry too much, though. That boy is stubborn and persistent… And strong. He'll come through, you'll see… He'll remember soon enough."

"But will he want to remember?" Winry looked over at the window from which she used to be able to see the Elric's house. She could still see it… In her mind… Why would anyone want to remember what happened there?