Hey guys! So if you've read any of my other fanfictions you should know by now that I am not one that usually takes things seriously. This is me trying to write something on a more serious note than usual, but I can't help myself but lace some humor into the situations.

This fanfic takes place way after Brotherhood when everyone's reunited again. Ed and Al have come back from their journeys and are all settled and all that jazz.

I do not own FMA or FMAB or anything affiliated with it. I just like the plot a lot and want to add onto it…

I awoke groggily, not knowing anything. By not knowing anything, I quite literally mean anything. Even the simplest of knowledge, my name, has seemed to evade me. Oh, how I long to know my own name. Perhaps if I knew that little bit I could make sense of something, anything. But I was drawing a blank.

Gate, I can't even remember what I look like. What color is my hair? Brown? Blonde? What about my eyes? Were they green, or were they blue? Perhaps brown? Or did they change colors? What's my race? I'm I Amestrian, or am I Ishvallan? If I was the latter, does that mean that my eyes were red and my skin was brown?

My head is spinning. I can't process this… the only thing I am able to gather about myself is that I am female. Perhaps I can tell my race from my skin color…

I breathe a sigh of relief as I look at my hand and realize that it's the pale color of an Amestrian. At least now I don't have to fear the military. I think. It also tells me that my eyes are more than likely not red.

I look around for a mirror so I can learn more about my physical appearance.

How strange this feels, I think silently. Here I am in a strange place and I don't even know what I look like.

I failed to find a mirror but I found a door. That was better than nothing, I suppose. I walk over to the door, curious as to what could be on the other side. I open the door to find a spacious bathroom on the other side.

I became urgently aware that I had to relieve myself just then, thanks to my bladder. I shut the door behind me (something I had at least retained throughout all of this is basic manners) and pee in the toilet. I see that there is a mirror on the back of the door.

So this is what I look like. I appear to be around seventeen. I have black hair that's short on the sides and spiked at the top. It also has a streak of purple tracing through it near the top. I have eyes that are a piercing blue, the kind that one can't help but notice at first glance. I'm wearing a black shirt and jeans, nothing too extraordinary. However, I take note that I am unnaturally pale. Not the kind of pale that you get when you're sick with something serious, but the kind where you saw something that scared the crap out of you and you hope with all your heart that you never see it again as long as you live.

I guess the best thing for me to do is find somebody to help me. I finish my business quickly and walk out the door into the town. I half expected somebody to stop me on my way out, perhaps a family member to ask me where I was going. I was hoping that would happen, actually. I needed somebody to talk to; maybe they would know what happened. I had no such luck, though, and I was seemingly on my own.

I wander through the streets half-heartedly, hoping somebody would recognize me and start a conversation. They could tell me my name, they could tell me my exact age, they could tell me so many things about myself that I didn't know. How strange it is to think that. Other people, even if they are simple acquaintances, know me better than I know myself at this point.

My stomach growled angrily at me. Oh, that's right. I forgot to eat something, didn't I? I dig in my pockets in a feeble attempt to find money, but I turn up with nothing. I sit down next to a building. Today has been so exhausting. I want nothing more than to lie down in a nice, warm bed, or maybe take a nice, long shower. I can't go back to where I was, though. I have no idea if that was even my house, so it was far too dangerous to venture back there and risk getting arrested on the grounds of trespassing.

I lean my head back against the hard brick wall of the building and close my eyes. I'm so tired. Maybe I can sleep, just a little…

Sorry this chapter's so short, but I think that this would be the best place to stop it for now… Who knows when the next opportunity for that would happen?

So what do you guys think? Good? Bad? I want to know! I promise the next chapter will have some more interesting content.

Oh, and I'd like to thank likikoari for making me think of this idea!