Chapter 33: Birds in Cages

Twilight's world stopped. For a moment, he could feel his lungs and heart skip, and the sweat come over all his body. His eyes barely could focus on the man who walked through the hospital door, and he had to suppress the need to pull out his pistol.

'Even if I put one in his scull, his guards would get me in a minute,' he thought, trying to keep his itching fingers under control. Twilight's eyes shifted over to Maes, and he could see the exact same look on his face as Twilight knew he had on his own. Maes's hands slowly began to twist around both Gracia and Elica, pulling them in an attempt to provide at least a scant amount of protection, for all the good that would do, 'He has to know that he wouldn't be able to protect him if Bradley wants to kill them. Especially when he wasn't even able to stand up on his own.

"Goodness me, it's good to see you are up and at um," the Fuhrer's voice was his usual calm and welcoming tone. At the moment, it was more terrifying than anything else Twilight had ever heard, "When we heard that you had been attacked at the office, and found the blood spray at the phone booth, we were worried we wouldn't find you among the living."

"Well," Maes said, gulping. For a second, he fidgeted, and tried to raise his arm into the general salute, but he winced audibly.

"Don't feel the need to salute me now," the Fuhrer said calmly. At the same time, both Gracia and Elica tried to hold onto Maes, attempting to give him comfort from the pain, "After taking wounds like you did, it would be a gross overuse of my power to demand that you risk injuring yourself further over such a silly formality."

"Yes sir," Maes nodded. Twilight kept his eyes on the Fuhrer, only now noticing that King Bradley was holding his hands behind his back. Part of Twilight wondered if it was some kind of weapon...though...if it was, why would he not have already used it.

"Maes," Gracia's voice suddenly cut into the conversation. She stopped, and looked back at the Fuhrer, who simply smiled and nodded at her. With that affirmation of her place in the conversation, she looked back to her husband, "What happened last night. You stayed late, and didn't come home. It was only an hour ago we heard there had been an attack, when the Fuhrer and his chauffer arrived in front of our house?"

For a second, Twilight's mind went back to his own home, right next door to the Hughes' home. He had told Yor that he would be late that night, but he hadn't said he might miss the whole evening. Would she and Anya be worried about not seeing him. Would the commotion that had come from the Fuhrer arriving to pick up the Hughes's have woken her up as well. That was even ignoring the questions he might receive if he ever got back to

"Honey," Maes seemed lost, just as Twilight was feeling lost as well. He looked to Twilight for a second, before turning his eyes to the Fuhrer, "Well, you know my position, everything I do is classi-"

"No need to worry about that sort of thing," the Fuhrer said firmly, "If I'd been injured like you had on a mission, and I didn't tell my wife what had happened and why, she might rip my ear off," he seemed to give an almost knowing wink to Gracia, who, though flustered, almost giggled at the gesture of the older man.

'God I feel like I'm going to vomit,' Twilight shook as he watched the Fuhrer. Still, Maes said nothing, his hands shaking as she stared at the man who could have both of them killed at the drop of a hat.

"Well," Maes rubbed the back of his head, "You know, I was working on that case I was mentioning earlier," he was trying to keep it vague, to not give too much away.

"Now don't be too shy," Bradley cut in, "This is about the Agent Twilight Case.

And once again, Twilight's heart stopped. For a second, he could feel the need to reach down and grab his pistol. His cover was blown, he was a dead man walking, so taking out the Fuhrer might be the only thing he could do to help Cresta. But he quickly caught himself again. It would only lead to a larger war, with the accusation that Amestris's beloved leader had been cowardly killed by a spy in a hospital room. All he could do was sit there, and watch this little game play out.

"Yes," Maes gulped, before looking at Twilight. He looked back to the Fuhrer, but the movement was enough to catch Gracia's eye. She seemed to blink, and finally she gave a look towards Twilight as well. Her jaw seemed to set to the side, and was clearly realizing something else was going on beyond the surface. Maes just continued to stammer, "I was investigating the Twilight case-"

"And while doing so, Agent Twilight attacked you."

'Oh god,' Twilight shivered at the announcement of the event from the Fuhrer. The older man was still smiling the same, jovial grin. He could almost imagine that the men outside were preparing to arrest him and take him away in chains any moment now.

"You were staying late because of some information you found of him coming from East City, and he managed to sneak in to ambush you most likely," the Fuhrer continued, "And doing this, he managed to wound you badly, and nearly kill you. You were forced to flee the intelligence HQ to a payphone to try and alert command, but the wounds were far worse than you feared."

'I'm being set up as the attacker,' Twilight seethed. All this, with the threat to Maes's fam-

"And you would have died while trying to alert us," and then the Fuhrer finally acknowledged Twilight by turning his head towards him, "Had Dr. Forger not been coming by around the same time and discovered you, and taken you here."

'...what?'

"Lloyd!" Gracia shot off the bed, and suddenly Twilight felt a strong pair of arms clasp around his neck, "Thank God you were there," she leaned back, and Twilight saw tears pouring from her eyes, "I can't thank you enough for saving him."

"I-I," Twilight stammered, looking back at Maes, who was just as shocked as he was. They then looked back at the Fuhrer, who continued his telling of the previous night.

"Once you were in competent care, we took what information you were able to give us," the Fuhrer's smile was big and full of teeth, "We were able to find out who the bastard was, and hunt him down and terminate him last night."

"Wonderful!" Gracia clapped her hands, not realizing she was standing directly next to the actual agent Twilight.

"Re-really?" Maes's jaw was nearly halfway down his neck, but he had managed to keep from blurting out that Twilight was actually alive, so he at least had some control of his wits, even if not of his jaw. The Fuhrer nodded, and Twilight could tell it took all of Maes's willpower to not give a look to Twilight himself.

"Of course," the Fuhrer said, "Saw the body myself."

'Someone,' Twilight could feel his eyes widen, 'Someone was killed instead of me,' and for a second, shame overcame Twilight. Even if he got out of this, an innocent man was likely dead.

"Yes, I went to the cigarette store myself-"

...

'What?'

"Short fellow," the Fuhrer continued, and Twilight could feel the older man dragging a knife across his belly, "Very hairy, actually a former veteran of ours," he shook his head in some sheepish display, "Really, never would have imagined that someone like him could be Twilight."

'Noooooooooo...'

"Name was Franky Franklin," the Fuhrer rubbed his chin, "And would you believe that wasn't an alias," he shrugged, "Probably why he was so hard to find really. Just too obvious."

"You never know who it could be," Gracia nodded, not realizing just what distress Twilight was feeling next to her. He gripped his pants as tight as he could, before shaking his head. However, before anything could happen, Gracia then asked, "Well, it's good to hear this all resolved itself so well," she smiled at the older man, "And I really appreciate that you allowed me the honor to knowing these details. It sets my mind at ease knowing that Maes isn't in any further danger."

'Lady,' Twilight allowed himself to be very flippant in his thoughts, 'You have no idea.'

"Well I was glad too," the Fuhrer chuckled, "After all, you are the wife of a gener-"

He stopped, and then closed his eyes. Then, after a second, Twilight, Gracia and Maes all had their eyes shoot open very widely. The shared reaction was enough to even get Elicia, still clinging to her Daddy's arm, to look up in notice.

"I wasn't supp-bah, what the hell, you are going to find out anyway," the Fuhrer laughed, "Congratulations Maes Hughes, for you consistent and admirable work at Central Intelligence," he brought forward his right hand, and in it, a gold pin for Maes's chest, "You have been promoted to Brigadier General of Counter Intelligence."

"Brigadier General!" Maes shrieked, his eyes nearly popping through his glasses, "How...what?"

"Congratulations dear," Gracia then reached out, and grabbed the pin from the Fuhrer, who gladly handed it to her, "We'll make sure to attach it to your uniform when you get back home," Maes just continued to stare at the Fuhrer, who then let out a little cough, and all returned attention to him.

"You'll be expected at Central Command once you have healed," The Fuhrer explained clearly, his eye wandering onto Elicia as she clung to her father, "Your knowledge of Crestan subterfuge will prove invaluable," He continued to smile, "Of course, in order to offer you protections from further attacks such as this, we will need to have you and your family moved to a secure home in Central itself."

"What?" Lloyd finally managed to pull Twilight from his stupor, 'That...they are litterally bringing he and his whole family into the main Central command to have them under constant surveillance!'

"I am sorry Dr. Forger," Bradley nodded at Twilight, though his eye never really left Maes, "You unfortunately won't be neighbors with the Hughes anymore. Though to offer you protection, we will be moving a few guards next door for the time being to make sure that you and your family don't catch any stray retaliation that might be aimed at our new brigadier general."

'I am not only holding Hughes hostage, I'm holding your family hostage too.'

The words didn't need to be said out loud, as both Maes and Twilight knew directly what that meant, and Gracia seemed to be picking up on the strangeness that was being stated. The evidence was clear as day, that Twilight hadn't just been caught by the state of Amestris, but that they were holding him hostage. Somehow, that almost seemed more humiliating in a way. At least if they killed him it would feel like he was a threat...but no, he was now just another little bird in a cage for Amestrian Central command to show off.

'Of course, I could be...can't think about that right now.'

"Now then, I brought one last surprise," and then the Fuhrer pulled out a box with his left hand, "I think a celebration should have some cake after all!"

"Cake!" Elicia shouted from bed, suddenly bringing her full attention to the Fuhrer as he lifted thye top of the box, revealing...well a cake, with pink frosting.

"I unfortunately wasn't able to get it more decorated," Bradley said, "Had to have this ordered this morning. One of the aides here had it to give," he smiled at Gracia, who chuckled slightly.

"I was wondering why we didn't see that box in the car," she laughed while rubbing her head. Then, a few aides rushed in, and suddenly a bunch of small plates and utensils were laid out, "Oh, this will be great," she then stopped, and stared at Maes, "Are you sure my husband can have this though, he is in the hospital."

"A man as strong as your husband, should be more than capable of having a little cake," the Fuhrer laughed, before placing the cake down on the side table. He handed two plates over to Maes, who, after pausing for a moment, gave one to Elicia, alongside a knife and fork. However, before he could turn back and to hand out plates to the other two occupants, he stopped, and then declared, "Of course they forgot the cutting knife."

"Oh," Gracia said, suddenly beginning to make her way toward the door, "I'll go get one fr-"

"No need."

And then the Fuhrer's right hand shot down and grabbed his sword. Twilight didn't see him pull the blade out, but he heard it's movement through the air. Then, there was silence, though Twilight could see a look of terror crawl up Maes's face. Bradley turned on his heel, and Twilight saw what had shocked Hughes so badly.

Sitting on the tip of the sword was a slice of white cake. The Fuhrer's smile didn't drop, as he slowly leaned the sword over, and set the slice of cake down directly on Elicia's plate. The girl's eyes widened at the cake, and her smile got massive as she readied her fork and knife. Gracia's eyes went wide as well, but from the way she was covering her mouth, Twilight could tell she wasn't smiling. This was only confirmed as Gracia began to shake while her daughter used her fork to pull the first piece away from her slice, all the while the Fuhrer kept his sword right above the little girl's head. Finally, she downed the piece and smiled at him.

"Thank you so much Fuhrer Bradley."

"You're welcome dear girl," the Fuhrer placed his blade back into the it's sheath. He then turned directly to Gracia, "I suppose that is the last bit of business you will need me here for, Mrs. Hughes."

"I-wh-," Gracia was panicking, shaking as her eyes watched the blade. Slowly the Fuhrer brought his hand back to the sword, and she shouted, "Yes!" Elicia looked up, but Gracia stopped, and more calmly declared, "Yes, thank you so much for your attention and assistance my Fuhrer."

"Excellent," he declared, before turning back to Maes Hughes. Twilight thought he saw Maes about to pop a blood vessel, the bearded man gritting his teeth together, glaring at Bradley with almost uncontrollable hate. Almost, because Maes managed to keep from making any stupid moves, but Twilight could see he wanted to jump out of his bed and strangle King Bradley, "You will be expected to join me in my office for your official promotion by Monday," he said, giving the younger man a deep glare with his one open eye, "Do I make myself clear?"

Maes just continued to grit his teeth, a whole variety of profanity likely locked away behind the man's teeth.

"Do I make my self clear?"

"...Crystal."

"Wonderful," the Fuhrer then turned his attention to Twilight, "Dr. Forger," Twilight became stiff as a board, "Would you please join me in a short walk, you and I have some discussions about classification that will be important for a man outside the military itself."

"Yes, Fuhrer Bradley," Twilight hung his head, and pushed himself to his feet. He gave one last look at Hughes, whose rage was slowly collapsing into sheer disbelief. He marched up next to the Fuhrer, who slowly patted him on the shoulder.

"Daddy," Twilight heard Elicia speak up, "You should have some cake, it's really good."

"I-I know sweet heart," Maes choked out, barely keeping himself together, "I'll have some cake in a minute."

"I think this family needs some time together," Bradley said, slowly leading Twilight through the doors of the room, "After all, after what Maes has gone through, we shouldn't disturb their privacy."

As the door closed behind Twilight, the last thing he heard was the barely contained wailing coming from Gracia Hughes, and her daughter suddenly asking why her mother was starting to cry.

"This should be good enough," Bradley didn't need to push Twilight into the room. It was an empty office, with two chairs, though with how the Fuhrer remained standing, Twilight could guess he wasn't about to be allowed the right to take a seat, "We'll need to set some ground rules going forward," his smile grew far too wide, "Agent Twilight."

"How long did you know?" It was too late now, especially if they had had any time to investigate the goings on at Franky's store.

"As a fair assessment of your ability, I'll tell you I wasn't sure until I heard that you had been out of the room to speak on the phone at the exact time I came into your friends store," at that Twilight growled to himself, and the Fuhrer just laughed, "Don't be too hard on yourself, you managed to keep a very difficult secret for far longer than anyone I've ever sent counter intelligence after," he then just continued to stand there, "Now Agent Twilight, let's be quite clear about how this is going to go."

'Of course he chose an office without a window,' Twilight growled inwardly as he checked his surroundings, 'Probably better to keep me from trying to escape and to keep any sound from getting out of here-'

"You are going to do nothing."

At that, Twilight stopped considering his next move, and stared at the older man. For a moment, he was about to ask why, when suddenly there was a knock on the other side of the door. The Fuhrer reached back, and opened the door. And the man who stepped through the door almost caused Twilight's jaw to become unhinged.

"Hey Bud!" Franky walked forward, looking more formal in a full suit, "How are ya doin?"

"Wha-kuf!"

Franky then walked up directly in front of Twilight, and socked him in the gut. Twilight reached down to cover his stomach, and then fell to his knees, the shock overwhelming him. He then slowly fell down to the ground, and took a second to glare up at the apparent traitor. He reached out, and grabbed the tubby man by the leg.

"You," he then blinked, as he felt the flesh of the leg beneath his grip, "You aren't Franky..."

"What?" that question, a bit too sarcastic for his contact, only confirmed it a bit more, "Of cour-"

"Franky lost his leg in Ishval," Twilight said firmly, glaring up at the two men looking down at him, though he could not keep a small smirk covering his face, "You really didn't do a good enough job being a body double."

"A fuck," now a new, far more shrill voice came from Franky's mouth, and Twilight felt sweat begin to pour down his face, "You're the second clever bastard to show me up the past couple of days," suddenly, he snapped his fingers, and a strange lighting poured down around the leg Twilight was gripping. Within a moment, the leg felt more like steel, and Twilight let go in shock, "There, see, now it's all what it's sup-"

"Envy," the Fuhrer finally cut in, causing the shapeshifter to turn his head in frustration towards the taller man, "No need to act like a brat, just be here as my back up and to do the demonstration when we need it."

"You c-," however, the look Bradley gave the smaller creature was enough to get him to stop, and growl, "Whatever you say, Wrath."

'Wrath...Envy...,' Twilight considered while lying on the ground, 'Just...just a bit pretentious.'

"Now let's propose a hypothetical," the Fuhrer spoke up, "Suppose, for example," he clasped his hands together, "That there was an Crestan agent by the name of Stirrup," at that Twilight felt his eyes widen, only for them to open even further, as suddenly the body that had been Franky transformed into a tall brown haired man with a slight moustache, "Let's say that he was getting a bit too dangerous for his own good, and we decided that he had to be dealt with."

"If, if you can turn into Stirru-"

"Let me finish," the Fuhrer continued, all the while Stirrup's face was covered in a cruel smirk that Twilight had never seen on his fellow agent, "Let's say there was a peace meeting between Amestris, Drachma and Cresta that we felt was going a bit too smoothly, and we wished to keep things...in their current state," the Fuhrer smiled, "Why, it was simple as all could imagine for our good friend here, to disrupt that."

"The bomb," Twilight stammered in shock, "You...you killed your own people, and yo-"

"Blamed Stirrup by showing "Stirrup" being responsible for setting it up in a security photograph," Bradley nodded to him, "Yes, I'm afraid that's what happened," he then smiled, "Why, with that evidence, even your Fullmetal Lady let one of her precious agents be handed over to us, all to keep the whole incident from becoming a flashpoint of course," he then smiled, "Why, it must have eaten you all to think that such a noble man could do such a thing, didn't it?"

Twilight gripped his hands together. He and Stirrup had not been close, but-

"So then, imagine what could happen, if say, Agent Twilight," and then there was a crackling of lighting, and Twilight shook as he saw his reflection begin to stand before him, "Got funny ideas about communicating with his country, about certain events that are about to happen," the thought of the country wide transmutation circle swallowed his whole mind, "Well, I'm sure we could find something for Twilight to bomb," he rubbed his chin, "Enough orphanages or refugee camps, just something to catch you," he then leaned down, and whatever kind demeanor that he had ever exhibited was gone, "And then, well you've seen what Cresta would do to keep themselves from being implicated by one of their spies. Though I'd say such an act might be enough to really start a war."

"You wouldn't," Twilight growled while laying supine, almost wanting to push his way up to grab the man, "You-"

"Really?"

...

"You would."

"Glad to see you understand how this is going to go. Now, you will cut off all contact with Cresta, but maintain your cover. If Ms. Sherwood ever forces a meeting, you will say you have nothing to report, and then move on," he bent down to look Twilight directly in the eyes, "Are we clear on this?"

"...Yes," it was all Twilight could say. He knew that even if he shot the transforming creature, Envy wouldn't die. He'd put nearly a dozen bullets into him the night before, "I will not meet with Sylvia Sherwood."

"Excellent," Bradley then turned, before placing a hand on the Twilight's standing doppelganger, "Make sure to rough him up a bit, just to get the point across."

The look of glee that crossed Envy's face was horrifying. The creature wearing him like a skin suit nodded, and then slowly stalked towards Twilight as he laid on the ground. Twilight nearly felt the need to push to his feet, but even he knew that wouldn't help. However, just as Envy was about to throw his first fist, the Fuhrer said one last thing as he closed the door.

"Make sure to not hit his face, we don't want any questions."

"Aw," the creature in front of him groaned, "Take all my fun," still, the beast slowly shrugged, and then smirked while looking down at him, "Oh well, I can at least get a little payback for last night!"

Then, while still using Twilight as a disguise, Envy reared back one of his legs, and then kicked it forward, slamming into Twilight's gut. The strike nearly knocked the wind from Twilight again, while the sickest smile Twilight could ever imagine crossing his face came over Envy.

"Oh, I needed this."

"Is papa back home yet?"

Anya looked up at Mama, who was doing her best to clean up the different tables around their house. She looked quickly down at Anya, and gave her a frown and a shake of the head. Anya had been at school all day, and she had begun to grow worried about her father, especially when she had heard something from Pride about Wrath meeting her Papa.

"No, your Lloyd hasn't come home Ms. Anya," Yor rubbed her chin thoughtfully, "It is strange, he would usually call."

'Is he okay,' Mama wondered inside her head, 'I hope he hasn't gotten hurt,' she stopped, and held her arms, 'What if someone got out and mugged him,' she then stopped, and suddenly an image of a blonde lady in a skinny dress showed up, 'Or what if he's seeing another woman. Have I failed so much as a wife. Oh, I'm so worried. If he left me and is seeing anot-'

"I'm home."

'I need to get to bed.'

"Lloyd!" Yor suddenly shouted, turning on her heels to stare at her husband. Anya gave one look at her Papa, and she had to grab her forehead, the feeling of his pain almost overwhelming her. Mama almost made her way over to Papa to hug him, but stopped. They didn't like to touch each other too much, so it wasn't too weird, "I'm glad to see you're home."

"Thank you," Papa said.

'I really just need to lie down for a while,' he thought, 'I'm in so much pain from that beating that Envy gave me, I need to-'

'Envy!' Anya shrieked in her head, the image of the thin creepy creature covering her mind, 'Envy attacked Papa!'

"Lloyd," Yor asked, "Can you tell me why you are so late?"

"I," Lloyd didn't make a move, slowly lurching past his wife as he made his way over to his room, "I have been through a lot these past two days. I'll...I'll tell you in the morning."

"Lloyd," Yor spoke up, "You'd tell me if something was going on, right?"
"Of course Yor."

'I can't let them find out,' Lloyd thought, 'Right now, only I'm thought of as a danger to Wrath and Envy, so I need to do what I can to keep them from getting involved.'

Papa took much longer than usual to get to his door, but he was able to push it open and nearly fall inside rather quickly. As he did so, Yor brought her hand up to her face, and quietly began to go through her thoughts again and again. There were thoughts of the weird lady, but now there were more thoughts about Lloyd possibly being injured. Anya, realizing she might need to get closer to Lloyd to find exactly what had been going on, gave her Mama a look.

"We need to help Papa," she said firmly.

"Miss Anya?" Mama asked, her eyes blinking at the suggestion.

"Papa's sick," she declared loudly, "We need to help him. He was moving all like," Anya then did her best to move as stiff as possible, like Lloyd had been moving as he had come in, "So he must be sick. Or," she stopped remembering how Papa had been thinking about being beaten up, "Maybe he fell down some stairs, and got lots of scrapes and cuts and stuff."

"Cuts and stuff," Yor rubbed her chin for a moment, before nodding at that, "Yes, that might be happening," she caught her right fist in her open palm, "Okay, I'll go get some ointment and bandages."

It took only a second for Mama to come back with some medicine and wraps. Soon, they got to Papa's door, and pushed it open.

"Lloyd!" Mama shouted, nearly dropping her supplies as she stared at her husband. Papa had taken off his shirt, and without the shirt, Anya nearly felt sick looking at him. He was covered in red splotches of soon to be bruises, with some already beginning to go black and blue. He was clearly wincing as he was sitting down, with his hand rolling through his hair as he clearly was absorbed in what had happened. And of course, he was looking at her ins shock, as both Anya and Mama really hadn't come into Papa's room before.

"Yor, Anya?" Papa asked.

'What are you doing here,' Twilight was in shock, 'I need some time to consider that King Fuhrer Bradley is a mon-'

"Papa, we thought you were sick," Anya decided that right now, it would probably be better to get Papa to feel better than to try and figure out more about Wrath. He was scary, and had one eye, which just made him scarier, "So we brought medicine to make it all go away!"

"Oh," he said, "I'm ok-"
"No you're not Lloyd," Mama cut in, using her harshest voice, "Goodness, it looks like a gang beat you up!" she pushed forward, opening one of the ointments along the way, "How could you say you are okay when you have been hurt like this?" she then popped off the top, and suddenly began to put it on some of the large bruises on Papa's belly, "How could you lie to my face and say you are okay?"

"I didn't want to worry you," he said, and Mama gave him a look.

'Well...I need to tell her something.'

"I was helping Maes on one of his missions," Papa said carefully, all the while, Mama stopped being as angry, "But Maes got badly hurt, and he needed some more physical hel-"

"I could hav-"

"It was late at night," he said, "And...I couldn't risk having you get hurt."

"Oh Lloyd."

'Well Papa's safe,' Anya thought. She'd try and get more answers tomorrow, but she didn't want to push her Papa after he gotten beaten up so badly. Probably would only make things worse. Besides, Papa was only barely thinking at the moment, so she couldn't get a clear picture until he got some rest. So Anya turned quickly, and made to go back to the kitchen. Dinner would have to start being made soon, and if Papa wasn't making anything, she was going to have to start on sandwiches to keep Mama from cooking anything.

'If I ever find out who hurt you like this I'll rip their head off,' Mama thought while Anya made for her hopeful avoidance of bad cooking, as she began to apply more and more of the ointment. Suddenly, she got behind LLoyd, and began to try and bandage him up with tehelong wrappings, "Now hold still," she pressed up against him," This will only be a moment."

"Um," Papa suddenly stopped thinking, and his thought were a lot warmer now, "Have you worked in medicine before?"

"Well, I had to bandage up Yuri a lot when we were younger," Mama said, "I wrapped him up all the time, so I have some experience, so this shouldn't be a problem at all."

'Oh,' Papa thought, again focusing on Mama pressed up against his back, 'I can think of a couple of problems,' and then Mama seemed to push harder up against him to gain better reach, 'A couple of big problems.'

Anya began to hurry to the kitchen.

'Mama and Papa are so weird.'