Ed entered the house. He stared at the polished floorboards and breathed in the faint smell of Trisha Elric. He sighed. This is his last moment in this house. He unscrewed the cap to the gasoline bottle and dumped it upside-down. He walked all around the neat living room, making sure everything was soaked. The golden-eyed boy paused. He breathed in the smell of the house, but now the smell of Trisha Elric was even fainter. It just reeked of gasoline. He breathed in a long, hard breath. There. He could smell Trisha. Alphonse walked behind him.

"Brother," he said, "I'm done." Ed nodded, following the armored boy outside. Alphonse couldn't smell. He couldn't smell Trisha; he would have to remember what she smelled like. Once they were outside, Ed took in another deep breath. He could just barely smell it.

"Ready, Brother?" Alphonse asked. Ed nodded. He threw the torch on the house. He took in another deep breath. Behind the smell of flames beginning, was that Trisha? Was that her, reaching out to him, with a warm smile on her face? Or was he hallucinating now? The house went up in flames within a second. The tree burnt, the house burnt, flamed poured out of every window. Ed inhaled such an enormous breath that he arched his back to do so. Trisha was looking around confused. Her dress caught on fire. Screaming, she reached out to Ed, but was swept up into the flames. He couldn't smell Trisha anymore.