As Al heads for the door Rose places her spoon beside her unfinished bowl of stew, before rising to follow him, “You’re not going without me, Alphonse Elric... who knows what kind of trouble you’ll get into on your own!”
*They follow the trail past the big old house, as instructed, and around the next hill by the woods, they do indeed see a graveyard in the distance, by the light of the shining lantern.*
Al shudders involuntarily as he sees the lines of graves lit only my moonlight. "Uh, well, there is it, Rose. Let's go." He advances, being careful to keep a lookout for anything suspicious.
*The graveyard is quiet and still, peaceful. There is no sound except for Al and Rose's feet as they advance slowly, not even the hooting of an owl. The graveyard appears solemn and orderly, with rows of graves marked with the names of those who have passed on. Al shivers as one gravestone's shape reminds him of Mother's, and the first two letters in the name 'Tracy Hallman' had at first glance almost looked like they could be the beginning of 'Trisha Elric'...*
Al exhales sharply, in surprise, and shakes his head, reminding himself of how silly it is to be scared of the dead. "Eheh, well, it doesn't look like there's anything here, does it Rose?" he says, chuckling nervously.
“Not right now, anyway,” Rose agrees quietly, her eyes darting around uneasily for any sign of movement. “Do you want to check the woods, Al?” she asks tentatively.