"How can I know if Ed feels the same?" Winry thought to herself later that night as she sat up in bed, unable to sleep, unable to work, having not even touched the automail since that morning. "I wonder if I could just walk into Ed's room and lay down next to him." Winry whispered in a somewhat audible tone, hoping against hope that Ed would hear her. "Well there is always one way to let him know that I'm there too care for him. When I connect his automail, I'll hold him, and then maybe he'll see how much I care." Winry, filled with such happy thoughts grabbed Ed's shirt that she snatched from the laundry that morning, and held it close against her, relishing in the smell of Ed. As she lay there in bed thinking about everything, she became depressed as she realized that as soon as his arm is fixed, he'll leave to risk his life. Winry knew that she didn't want that, and she just wanted Ed to hold her in his arms, to tell her he will never let her go, and he loved her. With all of these thoughts swimming through her head, she drifted into sleep, still clinging to Ed's shirt as if it were a life preserver in a sea of nothingness.