This has got to be a nightmare.

That's the only explanation I can come up with that doesn't leave my head spinning. One moment I was hiding from some police officer who looks so much like Hughes it's painful (and I swear the guy thinks I'm up to no good just because I'm female and like studying, never mind that he's right) and the next I'm... here.

Wherever "here" is. The people who "greeted" me when I got pulled here from Germany were supremely unhelpful about telling me just when I was, only saying that "times are different" and "there have been a number of innovations". And then they asked me if I knew how to drive a car. Since cars weren't exactly common back where I come from - Amestris or Germany - that would be a "no", but I'm kind of intrigued now.

Sigh. At least they gave me a "crash course" on some of the more common technological advances like computers and cell phones. And they're willing to put me up for a while as I "adjust to my situation". Please. I've been "adjusting" my whole life. At least in this time, whenever it is, they aren't insisting I have to wear a fucking skirt.

So. Step one. Find a job. Maybe the military can use me. I was a Major back in Amestris and I've spent too long being a soldier, however unconventional, to just stop. I'm damn good at it now, too, thanks to Jean. Both Jeans. I've even got my alchemy, which was a shock after going on two years without it.

Step two. Find someplace to live. Preferably with a roommate who won't mind reminding me to stop studying and eat something when I'm home (Germany must've really fucked with me if I need to be reminded to eat nowadays) and can handle my being a light sleeper who, uh... doesn't like being startled. (Fuck, it's a good thing Jean and I were both soldiers and knew what each other was capable of or I might've killed him the first time he came to bed after I was down for the count!)

Step three. Figure out a way to get the hell back to Amestris. Because I'm not going to believe there isn't one. I can't. Too many people are depending on me. Al, Jean, that bastard Mustang... so there has to be a way back because like hell am I just going to sit back and give up!

....There has to be a way back.

Current Mood: frustrated

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