EFF. I realized at work that I forgot to upload yesterday. I also forgot to send my idea sketches to my tattoo artist... can I still blame the holidays, even if nothing exploded and no family crisis ensued? Gah. Well, here it is, and expect another one tomorrow.
15. Worry
8 months.
It had been eight long, dangerous months without any word. No news of the area in papers. No word from the others, either. No letters, but that was no surprise under normal conditions, little less the time of post-promised-day.
You'd think, after that last time in Risembool, I'd at least hear SOMETHING from SOMEONE, anyone…
It's not like they'd been alone… unless the entire group…
NO. That hadn't happened. Word would have reached them somehow. They'd know… somehow. That group had been pretty formidable, there's no way they'd go down without a well publicized fight… or at least without making big news… unless Bradley was running a massive cover up…
"Brother!"
Ed popped out of his head as Al's now flesh hand gripped his forearm. Ed glanced at his brother, but he couldn't hide the worry from his eyes. "Don't worry, Brother, I'm sure Winry's fine. We'll find her."
The train jolted and they both had to hang on to their seats.
"I know, Al, I just can't seem to shake the feeling that…" Ed looked up at Al's smiling face, and couldn't find it in his heart to make his brother face the possibilities of the grim future that could await them at the Rockbell home. Their home. "You're right," he said. "We'll find her."
He just hoped that when they did, she wasn't in a tomb.