Ed frowned as he looked up from his lesson planning to watch the news.  Though Amestris had been war torn and rife with terrorist attacks.  People hadn’t trusted the government and especially the military but they’d looked out for each other.  The newscaster was going on about various crimes – robbery, murders, and arson – that had taken place around the world.  He sighed and switched off the television.  Setting aside his notes he stood and kissed his daughter’s forehead.  “I love you,” he whispered to her.

 “I love you too, Daddy,” Chloe replied around a mouthful of cereal.


Alphonse frowned as he noticed yet another bruise on Mike’s arm.  It was distinctly hand shaped.  “Maria, watch the kids.  I’m going to go talk to the director,” he said. 

 “Mrs. Benedict,” he said as he entered the office.  “I think Mike’s been being abused.”  Sometimes being a state mandated reporter was no fun.  However, his own discomfort was nothing compared to what the little boy in his care was going through.  It seemed to him that Amestris had been simpler in this way.  He’d never heard of child abuse while growing up or even when they’d gone to the city after Ed joined the military.


Winry, tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and smiled at her new patient.  “This prosthetic is state-of-the-art.  It’s very light weight and connected in such a way that you’ll be able to articulate it.”

 The man gave her a wan smile.  She still couldn’t get over how, even with the advanced technology that this world had, the prosthetics industry was so far behind Amestris.  How could a world with machines that flew have such simple prosthetics?  She nodded at the man.  “You’ll be walking in no time,” she promised.  “With a little hard work, you may even be back to running.”