Taking Different Roads

REMI wish that we could go back in time, i'd be the one you thought you'd find The sound of Sam's voice made the alchemist abruptly stop. Isla was a few paces ahead, and it was only the mental tug he gave her that made her halt as well, and turn and look patiently over her shoulder. Turning his head upwards, almost like a dog having caught a scent, Remi turned a blind gaze towards the sound of the bookmaker, his gaze falling above Sam considerably as his brows knitted together slightly. "Sam?" He asked, turning his body towards the sound and letting his ear point more towards the bookmaker to try and better gauge where he was.