It was just as Camille was tugging the last stitch into place on Roy's shirt that her phone began to ring, startling them all. She snips the loose string, and tosses Roy his shirt, grabbing her phone from her lap. "Hello?" She asks, balancing her phone between her neck and shoulder, packing her up her kit before she loses her needle.

"Well, howdy-do, Sing-Song!" a voice calls out from the phone, and Camille grins.

"Mikey!" She exclaims, smiling. Camille gets to her feet, hoping the moving air would cover the clanking of train wheels.

"Girly!" He exclaims back. Camille can hear the rushing of waves behind Mikey's voice, and giggles. "How come you're not at work? The renovations should've been done two weeks ago!"

There was a slurp, and then a sigh. "Cali has the best smoothies. Anyway. The renovators took a hunk out of the dining area by accident. Pizza Inn is down for another two months!" Camille grins.

"Keith the tightwad still doing paid vacays?"

Mikey snorts. "Fuck no," he drawled, slurping at what Camille guesses is his smoothie. "At least, not fully, anyway. Half-pay."

"Surprising. So, how's Cali?"

"Friggin great. How's... where ever the hell you are?"

"I got called away from from my plans for library and relaxation by family drama, unfortunately. I'm on a train to Germany."

"Yeah, I heard the train. You just get home soon, okay? Abby went crazy like a week ago."

"Fluh. Yeah, okay. I'll get home as soon as possible."

"Ooo, gotta run, Honey. Babe coming up on my right."

Camille laughs. "Go get 'im, Tiger."

She could just see him making claws. "Roar."

Camille snorts. "Bye Mikey."

"Bye, Sing-song."

Camille hangs up and sighs, running a hand through her falling-down hair. Sighing again, she presses a button on her phone, holding up a finger to pause any questions from the boys.

"Kon'nichiwa!" Abby chirps cheerfully.

Camille sighs. "Why didn't you call me instead of freaking out?" Was all she asked. Outside, dusk has fallen, and the moon glowed, washing the landscape black and white.

"I couldn't get through! And anyways, I had to be in Japan, remember? We don't exactly have worldwide coverage."

She had a point, so Camille let it drop. "How's Jenny?"

Abby sighed. "She was still drunk from sake when I dropped her off, but she text me this morning and said she was okay."

Camille laughed. "You should've convinced her to become a geisha."

"I was thinking more along the lines of letting her join a girl gang, but I'll have to remember that. Anyway, you'll never guess who I ran into going back to my hotel!" Abby's voice was wrong, Camille thought. Too... bubbly.

"Don't lie, Jenny wasn't the reason you went to Japan, was she?"

Abby lets out an amused huff of air. "I never could use the same lie on you more than once. No, she wasn't."

Camille walked to the window, leaning against the frame. "Why, then?"

Abby's voice was solemn, a stark contrast to her amusement of moments ago. "Before Daddy died," Camille felt her throat close. "He left me a tracking device. He said that the necklaces he gave us, including the one Natalia always wears, had trackers in them. All I ever had to do to find one of us was turn it on." Camille closed her eyes, hand reaching for the stone heart around her neck.

"So, what? All these years, you've had the means to find Uncle Tony?"

Abby sighs again, air billowing past the microphone. "Yeah, basically."

Camille takes a deep breath through her nose, hand still clenched around the orange heart. "And why didn't you tell me?" She could hear fabric shifting, and figured that Abby had shrugged. "All these years of fighting Callie and the state? Of drunken phone calls to an unresponsive number? All those years of begging to the sky for him to come back, and all we had to do was open a damned device?" Camille was snarling, teeth clenched as she yelled into the phone. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Abby sighs again. "Because I forgot? Because I was ten years old and Daddy was invincible? Because I was so lost in the fact that despite his promises, Uncle Tony left?!"Abby exhaled angrily. "Look, the point is that he wasn't here and we couldn't find him. But I remembered, and he's here now, and he's going to help me get you back."

Again ignoring the guys confused stares, Camille sighs before giving a weak smile and a sad chuckle. "Is he there with you?"

"Yeah, he is. Well, actually, he's passed out. Years in Japan fucked with his sleep schedule, so he's still eight hours ahead."

"Tell him when he wakes that I called, will you? Our stop is coming up and cell phones aren't exactly... normal, here."

"Yeah, okay. Love you."

"Love you too."

Camille tucks her phone into her pocket as the train stops, leaning forward to grab her bag. "Welp, might as well get this over with."

Winry is waiting for them at the station, of course, tapping her foot. When Ed steps off the train, a wrench flies into his forehead.

"What." States Camille, pausing in front of Ed's stunned body.

Roy laughs, stepping over Ed with the air of someone who's done it before. "Winry. Her aim is deadly accurate."

Winry is in front of them, light hair pulled into a ponytail. Ed sits up and lets out a string of vowels, and Winry huffs, setting her hands on her hips. "Oh, come on, Ed. I didn't throw it that hard."

Camille laughs, holding out her hand. "I'll take it you're Winry, then?"

Winry eyeballs her for a few seconds before shaking her hand. "That I am. You're the girl Ed found?"

Camille rubs at the back of her neck. "Yeah, that's me. My name is Camille." A shadow flickers in the corner of her eye, and her head jerks in that direction.

A small cat sits just in the shadows, calico fur glinting. "Kitty!" Camille coos, squatting down. She clucks her tongue, holding out a hand. The calico cautiously comes forward, and Camille pets her, Once she has it's trust. She picks it up.

She straightens up with the purring cats in her arms. Ed (Who has apparently recovered from being clubbed by a wrench) immediately flails.

"No, No cats!" he yells. Camille frowns, cuddling the cat closer.

"Why not?" She pouts.

Ed blinks. "Oh. Ah, sorry. Al used to pick up cats all the time, but we could never keep them, so it's pretty second nature for me to say no."

Camille nuzzles the cat with her cheek. "But we can keep this one, right?"

Ed shrugs. "Winry has a dog, but I think he's alright with cats."

Camille looks at Winry. "Do you have any problem with me acquiring this cat?" she asks.

Winry smiles. "I don't see any reason to have a problem with you having a cat." Camille grins, leaning forward and giving the blonde girl a quick hug.

Roy smiles, lifting his suitcase off of the platform. "Shall we, then?" Camille nods.

"Yeah, lets go. I'm starving." Ed groans, stretching.

GUESS WHO'S BACK, BITCHES!

Sorry about the long wait plus shitty chapter. BUT

BUT BUT

Automail surgery next chapter, stay tuned!

~Nicole