There were things in their life that Ed would gladly have changed. Some of them were obvious, like the mistake of trying to bring his mother back, and others were more discreet. If he had the choice to change them he would but he knew as well as any adult would have that it was completely impossible to alter the past in any way. Still, as he laid in his bed he thought of the way he'd rather have everything be.

Of course, their mother was still alive and well. Al still had his body and ran around in the yard playing with Den. Winry was the same as she always was. He still got hit with a wrench, not something he wanted but somehow it made the dream seem more real to him. The sun was warm and it didn't make it hard to use his right arm. He didn't have automail anymore. As much as he was used to it now, he didn't want to keep it. Any traces of what they'd done, he didn't want to keep.

At night, he and Al would help their mom clean up from dinner and read a few books before deciding to go to bed. They still shared a room. He wanted to be close to him even in his daydreams. They would talk until one of them fell asleep and it wouldn't have to be about anything in particular, just whatever was on their mind at the time. No plans, no overly serious questions about how to fix what they'd done, only the lighthearted and happy talks they should have always had.

A good dream, he decided. It would never happen for reasons that were clear to him but it was still something that was nice to think about every so often. He rolled onto his side and stared over at his bother. "Hey Al," he muttered quietly into the dimly lit room. "When we get your body back… Do you think we could make up for the time you've lost?"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not really sure myself. I guess… I mean everything in general." Ed glanced away for a moment. "There are a lot of things you've had to miss. I just wondered if, before you go to do something else, we could go back and let you try them."

There was a quiet lull between them like Al was considering it. "That would be nice," he said quietly. "I'd really like that, brother."

Ed nodded and closed his eyes. "That's what we'll do then." He let the promise hang in the air before he gave another goodnight and tried to go to sleep. Instead of nightmares, he had normal dreams. Dreams of when they were little and, more importantly, happy. He saw Al's smiling face. That alone made him feel better. If he'd knew that could make him cry in his sleep, he would have denied it completely but he wasn't told. Al just reached out and wiped the stray tear from his face.

"Night…"