I dreamed I was in an endless white room. Everywhere I looked it was white. Then my grandfather came, he flew in like an angel. He smiled at me, touch his hands to each other and touched my back. When I looked back I had wings. My grandfather took my hand, and together we flew in a direction only he seemed to know. Eventually we reached a great terrifying set of doors. I was scared, but we landed. My grandfather's wings disappeared but mine where still there. He spoke with a strange figure, the only thing I could see of him was his outline. My grandfather came back to me, he smiled and told me to go through the doorway. I was afraid. His words stayed with me even after I woke, "Have Courage, I'll be there to guide you."

After that I was able to pass through the doors. I took off again once through the door way. I flew for what seemed like forever over endless farms and small cities. Finally something urged me to land. I was so tired, I don't know what I landed on but it was soft. My feet folded under me as my wings disappeared and I curled up into a ball, feeling the protective presence of my Grandpa all around me.

I was groggy as I woke up but the light that was coming through my window was too bright for me to sleep through. I sat up slowly the events of the previous day came rushing back to me as I rubbed my face, my eyes still shut to the world around me. I remember that I had fallen asleep in my coat, sash, and pants the night before. I looked onto my bed and saw my grandpa's watch and the letter he'd written me laying in the center of the messed sheets. Then I turned to glare at the window that had been brash enough to wake me from my peaceful sleep. It wasn't my window. It had a view of a town, there was no white blinds or graceful drapes keeping the sun out. It had a cheap rolling blind that my mother often referred to as an 'old unreliable'.

Where was I?

I looked around the room. It was white washed. There was the bed, pushed up against the wall, a desk, a dresser, a chair, and finally a single oil lamp. That made me look at the ceiling, there was a single hook were I would have put a light and fan. What surprised me the most was, my bag, my boots, my sword they were all there, even the thick leather belt that was suppose to hold my sword was curled tightly and placed on top of the bag like it was waiting for me.

A knock at the door made me jump. I fell onto the floor with a loud thump. The noise must have worried the person on the other side because they entered. It was a young maid, "Miss? Are you…" Her eyes fell on me on the floor, and my grandpa's watch, I'd never seen anyone get that pale. She turn and hurried down the hallway, "SCOTT!!!" I heard her scream.

I pulled on my boots, glad I had clean socks. I was picking up grandpa's letter and the watch when a large man came in. "Can I help you, sir?" I asked as he crossed his arms and blocked the door.

"Get out. NOW." He ordered glaring at me.

I blinked, it was too early for this, "I'm sorry, have I done something wrong? Did I not pay something?"

His frown deepened.

Next thing I knew I was flying into the middle of the street. Scott, I think, had, thankfully taken enough time to take me down stairs and thrown me out of the hotel. "We don't serve dogs of the military here!" He yelled at me, and through my stuff at me, and I turned around looking wide eyed at him. My sword landed in my stomach, my bag came next hitting me in the face, and the belt came with the bag and slapped me in the back of the head.

I pulled my things away from my face, "What the hell's a 'dog of the military'?" I yelled back at him, earning even more unkind glares from the people on the sidewalk. "Oh… dear," I mumbled.

I quickly scrambled for my things, and then ran from the unkind stares. The further I travel the meaner the looks turned. Eventually people started tripping me, shoving me, elbowing me, and trying I heard lots of harsh whispers of 'go to hell, damn dog'. I slipped into an alley, why was every one trying to kill me this morning? A child through a clump of dirt at me hitting my shoulder, and yelled at me, "You coat is ruined now, damn dog."

I wanted to tell him it wasn't ruined but decided it was safe to keep my mouth closed. Was that why everyone was so upset? Because of my coat? I untied my sash, took off the coat and shoved both into my bag. I put my belt on because it wouldn't fit into my bag and carefully put the letter and watch in my pocket. Now all I had to do was figure out where I was, figure out where Grumman was, and try and explain something I didn't even understand. This should be easy, My brain said using sarcasm to deal with the stress.

"So, even women have started to become state alchemists now." Came an extremely scary voice from behind me, I turned slowly. A tall man with grey hair, and a cross shaped scar on his forehead, stood behind me. He had a glare in his red eyes that would have made a rabbit have a heart attack. "That won't save you though, Alchemist."

He came at me, attacking me with one hand, I easily avoided it my martial art instincts kicking in. I needed to defend my self… but with both hands full there wasn't much I could do, and this guy was easily as fast as me in close quarters. I did the only thing I could think of. I ran the opposite way. Taking random turns in the alleys. I didn't look behind me; I could already hear his heavy footsteps behind me, way too close.

Major Armstrong was walking down the street, his over sized bulk in a fine suit. He'd just passed an alley when he heard a loud crash and a girl scream, "GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME YOU FREAK!!!"

He ran back looking down the alley way, where ever there was a lady in distress he'd be there to save her. Another scream came from the end of the alley, as a young woman flung herself over a set of trash cans. "SOME BODY!!! HELP!!!"

The young woman just barely got back to her feet as the villain Scar crashed through the trash cans. Major Alex Armstrong quickly knelt down, and drew a transmutation circle on the ground. He then yelled to the girl who was artfully dodging Scar's attacks, "Hurry! This way!"

The girl bent over backwards, to dodge an attack and saw him. She turned her dodge into a back flip, which managed to place her foot across Scar's face, and ran towards Major Armstrong. "Come on!" She said as she approached the crouching Major, "Run!" But he did not, as soon as the girl was past him he touched his transmutation circle and a twenty foot wall appeared between them and the hostile Ishbaln.

Then he turned to run after the terrified young woman, hoping Scar hadn't been able to place a finger on her. He caught up with her surprisingly quickly, at least to her, and asked her if she was alright.

She laughed, "Well you know, between being thrown out of a hotel, not knowing where in god's green earth I am, having every person in this city hate me for some reason, and having that Homicidal Maniac trying to kill me, never been better." My, she had a mouth on her, "And you?" She looked a little shocked, and tattered for this time of day and was laughing nervously.

"I'm quiet well, thank you." Major Armstrong answered, placing his hands behind his back.

"Well, good for you. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to place my head between my knees, and try not to hyperventilate." She then swatted down, gripped her head and began to rock back and forth, saying very quietly, "Why is this happening to me? This is too much. Let me go home. Oh god, let me go home." As she was rocking something fell out of her pocket. Major Armstrong picked it up.

It was an old-looking State Alchemist watch, the silver was a little tarnished but other wise it was in good condition. "Miss, Is this yours?" Armstrong asked showing it to her.

Her head popped up, and she only looked at it a second before snatching it away. "Ah yes, I suppose it is now," She stood up strait, "I mean after what he wrote me I guess it is. I'm sorry, I need to get going. Thank you for all your help." She bowed, a long tube, and bag, that Armstrong hadn't noticed in her hands. She quickly jogged away, looking as stress, if not more, as she had a moment a go. Armstrong couldn't help but notice the blue and silver piece of cloth sticking out of the bag.

A young woman with on old state alchemist watch, and a piece of cloth that could easily be a uniform sticking out of her bag. Armstrong couldn't remember any female alchemists that had passed the State exam within the past twenty years, and that girl was nineteen at oldest. He was going to have to call Mustang about this, he would know.