While everyone was searching frantically for them, Ed and Mustang were running from a dog. Mustang had escaped out a window to pursue a lady-cat, and Edward had been chasing a mouse. They'd both run into each other after getting lost. As humans, they wouldn't have been, but as cats everything looked different. They'd wandered around a little and had run into a large black dog.

And now it was chasing them.

"I can't believe you like dogs!" Ed wailed as they ran.

"That was when I wasn't a cat!" Mustang mewed back.

The two ran through crowds of people. But the dog followed them, knocking people over and inviting more dogs to the chase.

"There! Up that tree!" Mustang mewed.

They clawed their way up the tree, perching on a branch. The dogs all stayed in a ring at the base of the tree, howling treed. The owners all eventually came and reclaimed their canine companions, scowling or swearing up at the two cats in the tree.

"Now, how do we get down?" Ed asked, looking down and digging his claws into the bark.

"... I didn't think of that."

"Wha-at?"

"We'll think of something!"

Mustang saw a car not too far from the tree. Cautiously, he edged out onto the branch and jumped from there to the car-roof. From there, he jumped down to the ground. "C'mon! It's not that far, you baby!" he mewed up at Ed.

Ed moved slowly out onto the branch. When the leaves quivered under him, he stopped and mewed uncertainly. When it stopped, he moved out the rest of the way and...

He didn't jump to the car-roof. He fell to it and tumbled off the car. But he luckily landed on Mustang.

"Thanks for the soft landing, you bastard!" Ed grunted, rolling off of the black cat.

"Never mind that... Just try to land on your feet from now on!" the colonel growled, shaking himself off. He started grooming himself. "So... What's the plan?"

"I was just about to ask you that."

A loud whistle made both jump, screeching. When it stopped, they looked around for the source. "The train-yard!" Edward mewed. Directly after saying that, he yawned. Mustang yawned as well.

"Maybe... we should find a place to sleep?" the golden cat suggested, shaking his head.

"Good... idea..." Mustang picked Ed up by the scruff and carried him into the train-yard.

"Why're you carrying me?" Ed felt rather than saw Mustang's shrug.

As Mustang set him down in a train-car, he answered. "I just feel like I should be carrying you rather than making you walk... Like you're my kitten or somethin'..."

"Funny... I feel like you... you're my father..."

The two fell into a deep sleep. So deep they didn't notice that the train-car's doors were closed. They stirred when the car was lifted onto the train, but didn't wake up until the train started going.

"What the...! The train's leaving!"

"Thanks for stating the obvious, Mustang!"

Ed and Mustang started clawing at the doors, mewing frantically. But all they got were hoarse throats and dulled claws. They were trapped on the car.

"This is just great... Where is the train going? How will we contact everyone?" Ed worried, pacing. Mustang was also pacing, but he was looking for a way out, not just trying to tire himself out.

"I think there's a way out..."

"Really? Where?"

"These crates are stacked up to the top of the car. There's the trap-door in the roof, and it looks like it's open a notch. If we could get up there, we could open it a tad more and get out." Mustang said. He jumped up, climbing the tower of crates. But half-way up, the stack toppled.

"That eliminates that plan. Way to go, genius." Ed said sarcastically.

Now trapped for real, all the two could do was sit and wait for the doors to be opened. They curled up in a corner to sleep.

A creak woke Mustang up. He saw a sliver of light. "Ed! Wake up! They're opening the doors!"

The small golden cat shot awake. The two crouched, ready to spring out at a moment's notice. The door opened fully, and they streaked out. There were shouts of surprise as they ran past. Finding an alley to hide in, they stopped to assess the situation. "This... looks like Dublith..." Edward said hesitantly.

"Isn't that where your teacher lives?"

"Yeah... Teacher lives in Dublith..."

"You said her last name was Curtis, right?"

"Why?"

Ed followed Mustang's gaze. Across the street from where they were hiding was...

"Oh... I don't want to."

"Imbecile!This could be our ticket to Central!" Mustang growled, pushing Ed from behind. The small golden tabby tried to resist, but it was futile. Mustang was almost twice his size and strength.

Now at the door, Mustang gestured for Ed to scratch. Hesitantly, he raised his auto-mail paw and scratched at the door. It made a rough, rasping noise. For good measure, he mewed a little as well. The door opened, and Ed flinched a little when he saw it was Izumi. She looked curiously at them. He sat up on his hind-paws.

"Where'd you two come from?" Izumi wondered, picking Edward up. But as she did, she saw what he'd been trying to show her. His silver tag. "Edward?"

Gulping, he nodded.

"And this must be your superior, Colonel Mustang, isn't it."

Mustang's tail was fluffed up, but he nodded.

Edward knew that Izumi had a low opinion of the military, so he was wondering just how badly she'd beat them. Mustang had heard Ed's tales of how terrifying and strong his teacher was, so he was wondering if they were true.

"This was unexpected."

Ed looked confused, and Mustang's tail smoothed out.

"I suppose you got lost and somehow wound up here."

Ed nodded.

"Well, I can't just leave you to fend for yourselves..." Izumi picked up Mustang and took them inside. "Honey! I need to go home real quick, I'll be right back!" she called. She must've been able to see Sig, because she received an answer that the cats didn't.

She took them to her house, and deposited them in the living room. "Stay here. I'll be back at the end of the day." she said sternly. Ed nodded, and Mustang took a little bow.