It didn't seem as if she even knew what Central was -- which indicated just how far from home he was. He felt caged, a sensation that he hated more than anything. He had been ready. He hadn't know exactly what was waiting for him in Central, but he knew that he was going to fight to save the country. He knew he had a role. So, why the hell had he been pulled all the way out to this weird hotel at the last moment?

"Those doors all go to different places," Ed said dismissively, but what he had seen suddenly keyed in with the implication of what she had just said. "The doors all go to different places," he repeated, almost under his breath. Which meant that there might be a door that could take him back.

He spun around toward the wall again -- forget protecting his back -- and pressed his hands against it. His alchemy surged through it, transforming another door. He swung it open impatiently, but this one was just like the previous ones -- not to Central. This time, the ocean stretched in front of him, bright sunshine beating down on his face.

"How do you find the door you need here?" he asked her.