She flattens her palm against the cold steel of Adrian's Mustang, her fingers spread.

"Come on, Sage," he says, eyeing her strangely. "We don't have time."

But she can't. She can't get into that steel contraption without being reminded of the place.

He's about the make a witty remark, some impatient joke, but he catches onto the odd glint in her eyes. She looks like a caged animal about to go back into the cage.

"Hey, I'll take the top down."

She nods, looking temporarily relieved.

The walls of the place were steel. They were cold, gray slate that felt like winter's bone. The tables were steel. The chairs were steel. Everything was steel.

They screened her behind that two-way mirror, a window that only displayed herself - from both sides. She could feel the alchemists' beady eyes on her at every moment she spent in that metallic room. Even when she couldn't sense them standing behind the mirror, she could feel their presence surrounding her. The cameras, their electronic movements echoing throughout the empty room. Following her every movement.

Engulfing her.

Ready to swallow her whole.

"We're not going to make it," she mumbles, even as he drives away.

Even as the building shrinks behind them, becoming nothing more than a speck, a white stain against a clear blue sky.