Disclaimer: I do NOT own Fullmetal Alchemist. Authors note: AGH! Short chapters will kill me. Like, no joke. But I managed to fix it, somewhat. Still not very long.

Camille stretched, hanging up the last of her her shirts. "You know," She said to Roy, "All these clothes are seriously old-fashioned." She looked over to him, watching him frown.

"Camille, that was the most up-to-date boutique in town. These are some of the latest fashions."

It was Camille's turn to frown. "These look like they should they would have been worn sometime in the... No, it can't be!" She looked at Roy. "What year is it?" she asked suddenly.

Roy looked at her oddly. "1925, why?"

Camille shook her head. "No, that's not possible. I was in the year 2011 when I was sent here!" Her eyes widened. "Roy, I think the gate sent me back in time!"

His eyes widened as well, and he paled. "What? How can that be? And how are you not surprised by this?"

Camille shrugged. "I believe I'm in some form of shock. It'll hit me later."

Roy nodded again, and Ed came strolling through the door, question on his lips. "Hey Colonel Bastard, can I use your phone? If Camille's going to get Automail I'll have to call-"

He cut short as he saw that both Roy and Camille were staring at him. "What?"

"The Gate sent me back in time." stated Camille bluntly.

"Wha-Bu-Djwa- Huh?" Spluttered Ed, standing stock-still.

"The gate sent me back in time so I could meet you guys." Camille stated again, unnerved.

Ed made a gurgling noise, then sighed. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't surprised, but now that I think about it, it really isn't all that shocking.."

Camille nodded, then her eyes widened once more. "Roy, Ed, I have an idea."

Ed turned to Roy. "I don't like that look." On the bed, Roy nodded his agreement.

Fucking page break, that's what this is.

Camille smiled at the vendor, then sorted through the fruits sitting before her. Pomegranates, dragon fruit, and the like. She grabbed several pieces of fruit before paying the vendor, and she walked off. She glanced around, seeing Ed over by the meats, (And drooling as examples sizzled) and Roy was looking at some books in what looked like Chinese. As she looked, she saw a face she thought she'd never see again. Her dad. Camille took off running, bag bouncing against her hip and more than likely causing a bruise. Camille didn't care. She kept running. That face... Her fathers face. Memories flashed unbidden in her mind. Her dad, teaching her how to dance. Her dad, smiling with pride as she successfully fixed a doll with alchemy. Her father, dancing with her mother at their wedding renewals... She shook her head. 'Focus!' She chided herself. She saw the figure turn a corner, and, right on his heels, she turned as well. When she did, she gaped. Her dad had disappeared. The only sign that whole thing hadn't been a hallucination was the single transmutation circle hanging in front of her. Only she and one other person knew that symbol. Camille collapsed as Ed and Roy came running up to her.

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