"That makes no sense at all," Ed said, his frustrated bleeding clearly into his world. If this was arrange by alchemy, there had to be a reason to it. It couldn't just be luck of the draw. Random. The very word ate at Ed, because while he appreciated the spontaneity and creativity that came from being an alchemist, uncertainty held little appeal.

He made another door, the familiar glow appearing beneath his gloved palms. He pulled this one open too -- and this one was just a door to the outside in front of the hotel.

He cursed and slammed it shut.