"Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo!"

BOOM! CRASH! A wrench suddenly came out of nowhere and smashed the clock. It was 6 in the morning.

"Not again", mused Granny.

It was normal, however. It was the Rockbell house. Granny was at least relieved that Edward wasn't there along with Winry.

"Two hotheads is a lot to bear. Atleast, that boy finally came up and confessed to Winry. He is a runt but a good boy", chuckled Granny.

"Winry, you better get up and fix that clock!"

Winry groaned. Not that fixing the clock would be hard but to the list of chores that she had in mind for that day. However, she got up and stretched. Most days, it would be a frown on her face since the man she loved was in constant danger.

All was safe now. But for how long?

Shaking those thoughts, she got through the morning's routine while thinking about a new design for Edward and her remaining automail orders.

I'll make something different for Edward this time. Since he doesn't have alchemy anymore, he will need a reinforced leg. Oh and I need to remember to contact my clients in Rush Valley. Maybe I'll visit them in a few days

"Winry! There's someone for you at the door."

"Coming, Grandma!"

The stranger was tall, very tall. He had to stoop low to enter the house through the door. He wore glasses and had a long chin. Something was very mysterious about him. The most striking detail was his bright green eyes that seemed to gaze into the very depths of one's soul.

"He's cute", thought Winry.

"Ah, if it isn't the famous Miss Rockbell."

"Famous? I'm not that famous. You must have mistaken me for someone else."

"No, no. I'm sure. You designed The Fullmetal Alchemist's armour and even supplied some designs to the military at the North. You are quite famous."

Winry blushed. No one had ever complimented her like that.

"Well, to what do I owe this pleasure? I assume that you have come here for business."

"Yes, of course."

The man opened his briefcase and handed over a blueprint.

"We want this design to be perfected. The performance and efficiency are at a loss due to its increased strength. We came to you hearing about your reputation to make balanced designs."

"Who's 'we'?", asked Winry.

"I'm sorry but I cannot say that."

"Then I am sorry but I cannot take your order. This business doesn't need any anonymous customers."

"You'll regret it."

The man snapped his briefcase shut and walked back out of the door.

Granny sighed.

"It's ok, Winry. We could use one nut job less in the house."

"Yes, Grandma"

But something was off.

That man looked familiar. Have I seen him somewhere before?

Winry pushed those thoughts out of her head and went to her schedule of repairs. She started drawing her automail design for Edward. Then she started doing her other repairs singing all the time, loud enough that she didn't hear the small scuffle downstairs and the door opening behind her.

THUD!

Pain, a lot of pain. And some grogginess.

Where am I? Ow, my head hurts.

Winry got up. She blinked trying to focus but she couldn't.

"Who is there?", she asked drowsily.

"Night, night!"

Once again she became unconscious.