I must be dreaming.

I must be, for Al, my best friend and brother, is nowhere to be found.

I must be, for arm and leg are not mine. Instead, they are dull pieces of metal. Barbaric.

I must be, for there is a demonic creature laughing at me.

I must be, for the old armor is staring at me with lifeless eyes. It has moved. Impossible.

I must be dreaming. It must be what I ate last night. Or my faultless plan has failed.

I must be dreaming…

Ed woke up, glancing around the surgery table. He wasn't dreaming.