Edward woke from a deep slumber, sprawled on the floor. His muscles screamed in agony. Spending a night on a hard surface would do that to you. And yet, there was comfort in it.

Screaming permeated the house, and frantic shuffling could be heard over all the yelling. Edward chuckled, then groaned as the sudden movement of muscles hurt him more. Life goes on. That's the law of the world.

Just then, Fred and George came into the room. "Morning, Ed!" one of them grinned, unfazed by the yelling. "You'd better get up, or else Mum's gonna go ballistic."

"Huh?" Ed blurted out, still groggy from the sleep and the dull aching of his bones. "Where're we going?"

"Hogwarts!" the other happily announced. "Now get up, you little runt, or we're gonna be late!" With that, the two of them rushed out of the room.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLI- ah, screw it." He patted himself down. Notebook, check. Watch, check. Energy, nope. But it'll have to do.

He made his way downstairs, covering his ears as the screaming got louder and louder. Molly seemed to greet him warmly, before turning into a screaming banshee at everyone else in the house. She turned back to Edward and, seeing his predicament, leaned in close and half-shouted, "You can wait outside for us, Ed! But don't go wandering off!"

The moment the door to the house closed behind Ed, all the noise ceased. Ed lowered his hands, ears still ringing. If Hawkeye became a mother, Ed reckoned that she'd be a whole lot like Mrs Weasley.

Outside for the first time in this world, Ed marveled at how this similar this London was to Amestris. Specifically, Central City. The large buildings, the roads and pathways through town. Even the presence of automobiles, Ed thought as one sped by, though not as fast or small looking as the ones here. With all the magic and wizard talks, Ed thought they'd be living in houses much more grandiose, waving their sticks everywhere they could.

But this was normal. Men and women, sharply dressed, going from destination to destination with purpose. Parents, with children, grandparents. A whole other world from what Ed's been experiencing in the house. Like he was home.

But he wasn't. Ed shook his head. This wasn't his home. It may look like it in more ways than one, but it was missing the most important bits. The parts that gave it character. Mustang, Armstong, Teacher, old lady Pinako, Winry, Al. His family.

Ed snickered. He could hear Mustang making fun of him for thinking that. We're not family, he'd deny, you're too short to be related to me.

The screaming started yet again as Molly, Harry, and a massive black dog came out. "Now," Molly said in a normal volume, straightening out her outfit. "Tonks is just waiting down the street for us. Ready, Ed?"

"What's with the mutt?" Ed asked. He'd never seen this dog around the house before.

"It's Sirius," Harry told him. The dog growled at Ed for the 'mutt' comment.

Ed laughed. "Sure it is." The dog barked, startling the alchemist.

"Sirius!" Molly reprimanded. The dog quieted down, and started chasing his own tail, but Ed had the distinct feeling it was smirking at him. Harry looked quite bemused at the dog's actions.

They moved down the street, and met an old lady around the corner. "Wotcher, Harry, Ed," she winked. "Better hurry up, eh, Molly?"

"Why the escort?" Ed asked.

"Moody's just being paranoid," Harry grumbled, clearly unhappy with the arrangement.

"He's being thorough," Molly corrected. "And with good reason."

"Voldermort's not going to attack in broad daylight," Harry argued, though he lowered his volume. "Not with all these Muggles around, anyway."

"Muggles?" Ed asked.

"People who can't use magic," Tonks explained.

"Oh, there are people like that?" Ed asked.

"Quite a lot, actually. And they don't know we exist. Imagine how much they'd freak out knowing magic is real." Tonks suppressed a giggle.

But it isn't, Ed thought. But he did get the part about not letting the average person know. People in Amestris still looked at alchemists with fear, disgust and hatred sometimes.

The walk to the train station took just around twenty minutes, and Ed felt comfortable. For a brief moment, he felt like he was back in Amestris. Even the trains weren't that much more technologically advanced compared to those at home.

That all ended when they walked straight into a brick wall. Ed flinched still, but the wall was an illusion, and they appeared on the other side, an entirely different platform, with entirely different people. Robes, owls, wands, the world Ed was exposed to back in the house, just exponentially more outrageous.. Just when the world started to feel right again.

Not long after they arrived, the rest of the people from the house arrived too, in squads. They loaded up their luggage onto the train and said their goodbyes. Especially Ed. They had been kind to him, as kind as you could to a stranger dropping into your house with no explanations, anyway. He'd be back in Amestris without seeing any of them again, God willing.

One last wave at the adults, and the train sped off, leaving the station behind. Fred and George left after a quick goodbye, and Ron and Hermione left for the 'prefect' carriages, whatever that was. That left Ed, Harry and Ginny to fend for themselves.

"Let's find ourselves a compartment, shall we?" Ginny led the way. "We can save them seats."

The train, as expect, was quite similar to the ones back home, just without separate compartments for their passengers. Most of them were filled with students of all ages. As they passed, looking for suitable seats, the students ceased their conversation and stared as they passed. One student, with slicked back platinum blonde hair and an arrogant smirk on his face, scowled as they passed by. Ed held back the urge to reach in and smack it off his face.

At the very end of the train, Harry and Ginny greeting a pudgy looking kid struggling to hold on to a toad. After a short exchange of words, they squeezed into a compartment, with a lone girl occupying it before they arrived. Ed took the window seat, directly across from the stranger. She stared at Harry.

"Had a good summer, Luna?" Ginny asked.

"Yes," the girl replied, in a monotone voice, never taking her eyes off Harry. "Quite. You're Harry Potter."

"I know I am," Harry replied.

The pudgy kid, who had squeezed in with them, chuckled. Luna turned her eyes on him. "And I don't know you." Her eyes then darted to Ed. "Or you."

"That's Neville," Ginny introduced Luna to the kid, "Neville Longbottom. And this is Edward Elric." Ed gave a short, nonchalant wave as he continued to admire the country side as the train sped past. "This is Luna Lovegood. She's in my year, but in Ravenclaw."

"Wit beyond measure is life's greatest treasure," Luna recited, before bringing the upside down magazine she was reading up, hiding her face. A hush fell over the room, not knowing what to make of the quote.

"I've never seen you before, Edward," Neville nervously muttered. When he didn't reply, Neville looked to Harry and Ginny. "D-Did I do something wrong?"

"No, you didn't," Harry reassured. "He just gets like this sometimes. Mood swings."

"Oh." Neville looked at Ed a little closely. "Is he a first year?"

Ginny and Harry laughed, though they kept a wary eye on Ed. No reaction. "No he's not."

"Oh. A transfer student?"

"You won't believe this, but he's our teacher." Ginny got out between giggles.

"For Defense?"

"For Alchemy."

Neville looked shocked and panicked. "I didn't see any alchemy books on the list!"

"No, no, he didn't assign any books," Harry calmed his friend down. "He kinda just dropped in at the last minute."

Luna had lowered her magazine enough to examine Ed over the top (bottom?) of her magazine. "What's he gonna be teaching?" Neville asked.

"Dunno," Ginny shrugged. "But he does this weird wandless magic and it's super cool! He said there's a chance we could learn it in his class so..." Ginny crossed her fingers.

"Wandless magic?" Neville's jaw dropped. "He's going to teach us wandless magic?"

"Dad said alchemy was for old or crazy people. So which one are you?" Luna asked.

"Crazy," Ed muttered, a faraway look in his eyes. "Definitely crazy."

"I knew it," she bragged, before hiding her face once again. The other three shared a look.

"Hey Ed," Ginny tried to break the awkward tension. "Show Neville and Luna some of your alchemy!"

Ed huffed, finally looking away from the window. "I'm not an alchemy on demand machine, you know. Besides, there isn't anything here for me to transmute."

"Then do it on the floor!" Ginny bounced in her seat.

"On a moving train? Don't think so." And that was the end of that.

Ron and Hermione both entered the compartment an amount of time that Edward wasn't paying attention to later. They slumped and complained about trivial school stuff.

Shortly after, the door slid opened again. Ed looked up, about to comment on Harry's celebrity status, when he saw the arrogant looking blond kid from before, flanked by two brutish looking students.

"What?" Harry said aggressively.

The boy 'tsk'ed, wagging his finger. "Manners, Potter, or I'll have to give you detention. You see, I, unlike you, have been made a prefect, which means that I, unlike you, have the power to hand out punishments," the boy bragged, to the obvious seething hatred of Harry, Ron and Hermione.

"Who gives a shit?" Edward found himself cursing. "You can take whatever that is," he drew a circle around the group standing outside, "and shove it up your arse. Oh wait, you already have." Everyone in the room looked at him, fascinated. The boy and his gang angrily stared, insulted.

"Who's this, Potter?" he spat. "Your new first-year fanboy?"

"No, he's our new teacher, Malfoy," Harry retorted, a smirk on his lips.

Malfoy laughed hysterically. "This little runt?"

"WHO'RE YOU CALLING A TINY BEAN-SPROUT MIDGET THAT CAN'T EVEN SEE SUNLIGHT BECAUSE EVERYONE'S BLOCKING THE SUN?!"

"That's the most hilarious thing you've ever said, Potter," Malfoy insulted as he finished laughing. "And you," he pointed at Ed, "detention for yelling at a prefect and impersonating a teacher. See you all in school." Malfoy left, but not before giving the entire compartment a rude sneer.

"That was brilliant, Ed!" Ron cheered. "Oh the look on Malfoy's face when he finds out you're actually a teacher is going to be priceless!"

"Does he always get like that when someone mentions..." Neville asked, but trailed off when Ed glared at him.

"Mentions what? About how I'm a super-ultra-short midget that can't see above the table?" Edward threatened. Neville stammered, uncomfortable with the aggressiveness.

"Don't be so harsh," Hermione said, before turning to comfort the boy. "Don't worry Neville, it's not personal." Ed harrumphed and returned to looking out the window.

The magazine Luna was holding started to quiver. "Luna? You alright?" Ginny asked. It became apparent, as the magazine lowered, that Luna was laughing. Hard. She laughed so hard that, at one point, they weren't sure if she was still laughing or she was choking.

"What's so funny?" Ed demanded. Her mirth-filled explanation included pointing weakly at Ed, failing to form coherent words, and a lot of wheezing. Ed got the point, though, and so did the rest of them.

It took all four of them to hold Edward back from harming Luna, who was still in fits. When Luna's laughter died down, it seemed that Ed was finally calming down. Then she burst out again, and the whole thing continued.

It took a while, but they finally got everyone settled down. As the train traveled further, Edward half-listened to their conversations while staring wistfully outside

As darkness fell over the land, the lights in the compartment came on automatically, and the teens all seemed prepared to go. Lights could be seen in the distance, casting a massive shadow into the sky. "Is that..." Ed wondered out loud.

The teens all squeezed towards the window. In the distance, approaching quickly, was a massive castle. Its tallest towers reaching towards the heavens, lights shot up from inside it, as if signaling the train to it. The glowing full moon peeked from behind the clouds, emphasizing the majesty of the castle even more.

"Yup," Harry said.

"Welcome to Hogwarts."


"Come on, Ed, we're blocking the door," Ginny dragged Ed from the train. Students were pouring out of every exit like ants from an ant hill. He could hear a woman's voice, yelling for first years to gather by her, and everyone just prodded along, pushed on like a pieces of wood in a river.

They reached the village at base of the massive castle, which looked even more intimidating from this angle. It was at this time Ed noticed Ron and Hermione had rejoined them, after their prefect duties, complaining about Malfoy yet again.

They were pushed along, towards medium sized carts pulled along by horses. Of course, nothing was at it seemed here. The horses were skeletal, and black, almost skinless, with great leathery wings. Harry looked equally interested in these horses, but the rest paid them no mind.

"What are these horse things?" Harry asked Ron.

"What horse things?" Ron asked.

"These!" Harry pointed straight at one of them.

Ron craned his head, looking directly at the horse. "What am I supposed to be looking at?"

Ed walked up to the horse that was pulling the cart they were getting onto. The horse looked at him with white, pupil-less eyes. He raised his automail arm towards the horse, and when it didn't react, petted it once. When he noticed the rest of them staring weirdly at him, Edward got on to the cart.

The ride towards the castle was quiet, save for some discussion about someone named 'Hagrid'. The horse pulled the cart diligently, which was the same for all the other carts. Their appearance was disturbing, unnatural even. And Harry's surprise at seeing the horses must mean that these things were a new addition. So why weren't the rest of the students disturbed? Ed had a feeling Harry was thinking the same thing.

As the carts stopped at the stone steps leading up to the castle, Edward could see a familiar old woman waiting at the bottom. "Mister Elric?" Minerva McGonagall called out. "If you would come with me."

"Well, guess this is my stop," he waved goodbye to the group. "See ya around." He was met with a chorus of goodbyes as the group entered the castle.

"I trust your journey here was acceptable," she said, as they walked away from the crowd of students.

"Yeah, it was alright." Edward hurriedly said, eager to cut to the chase. "So, about Flamel's notes-"

"Ah, yes. Albus suspected that'd be your first order of business," Minerva chuckled. "All in due time, Mister Elric." Ed made a disapproving noise. She didn't seem fazed, though. "There is the matter of your classes that needs to be settled."

"What about?"

"Well, usually Alchemy is an optional class for sixth and seventh years. If enough people expressed interest, the class would commence."

"And, the problem is...?"

"Since you have a different approach to alchemy, it stands to reason that you may have a different approach to choosing students." She paused, letting him think about it. "So, Mister Elric, any changes?"

"Yeah," Edward said. He's been thinking about it since it was mentioned back at the house. "Let anyone interested join."

She raised an eyebrow, not expecting this enthusiasm in teaching. "Are you sure?"

"Well, maybe everyone but the newbies. First-years," he clarified.

"Noted, Mister Edward." They stopped at a door in the hallway. "Here you are. Just take a seat closest to you. Have a good evening, Mister Elric," she wished as she left the way they came.

Ed opened the door and stepped through. He was standing in front of a massive hall, next to a long table with adults sitting and chatting. He noted Dumbledore sitting in the middle of the table on a grand throne and the headmaster gave him a curt nod. The rest of the teachers seemed visually surprised, but something told Edward that it had to do with his age or height instead of his presence.

Four extremely long tables occupied the rest of the hall, with a mass of students sitting at each. The students at each table were dressed in one main color each; red, blue, yellow and green. A hush fell over all of them as Edward appeared. Lone whispers could be heard here and there, wondering what he was doing there and if he was lost.

As Ed sat down at the edge of the table, a cascade of hushed discussion washed over the hall. This continued as more and more students waltz in and took their seats according to the colors of their robes, with the whisper part of the discussion forgotten entirely.

The door that Ed came through from swung open again, and a short, older lady took the seat next to him. "You must be Edward Elric," she cheerfully assumed. "I'm Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank." She extended her hand.

He took her hand and gave it a gentle shake with his automail. "Yeah, that's right. Dumbledore told you about me?"

"Oh, what a firm handshake!" she remarked. Clearing her throat, she continued. "Yes, Dumbledore's told us about you. But I must say, you're a tad bit younger than I expected."

It wasn't a crack at his age, so Ed let it slide. Besides, she was nice about it. "Uh huh." Didn't mean he liked it, though.

"He also said that you were somewhat of a prodigy."

"You could say that." The man really knew how to feed his ego. He gestured at the four tables. "What's with the colors?"

Grubbly-Plank looked surprised. "Ah, you must not be familiar with the way Hogwarts works." Ed shook his head. "Students are sorted into four houses. Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin, by the qualities they posses. You'll see soon enough," she added, cryptically. "Over the school year, the students from the different houses compete for points, that we have the authority to give."

"Points? What for?"

"The house with the most points wins the House Cup at the end of the year. Promotes healthy competition between the students," she explained.

"Sounds like a waste of time," Ed bluntly stated.

Grubbly-Plank chuckled at his honesty. "Well, that's the way it works." Then, the doors to the hall opened, with McGonagall leading a line of children towards a stool with a big pointy hat on it. A moment of silence later, a voice burst from the hat, erupting into song.

"Does it do this every year?" Edward whispered to Grubbly-Plank. She shook her head, then returned to listening to the song intently. Losing interest almost immediately, he took out his notebook, jotting down notes on what he was going to teach, along with taking a longing look at the Four-Point Circle. He was so close.

The song finished, and was followed by massive applause. "For a hat with no vocal cords, he sure has an extravagant voice," Ed muttered.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

McGonagall pulled out a scroll and called the first name on the list. The boy stepped forward and put on the hat. A few moments later, the hat yelled, "Gryffindor!"

The corresponding table applauded loudly, and the boy went and sat at the table. McGonagall then called name after name, repeating the ritual until every first-year was sorted into their houses. Then, Dumbledore stood up from his chair. "To our newcomers, welcome!" He announced, voice ringing throughout the hall. "And to our old hands: welcome back! There is a time for speech-making, but this is not it. Tuck in!" With a wave of both his hands, all the tables were suddenly filled with food.

Edward almost jumped out of his chair. They appeared so suddenly. Grubbly-Plank seemed amused. "I'm guessing they don't have these where you're from."

"No, we don't." Edward took a piece of ham and prodded it gently with his utensils, as if expecting the food to explode or corrode the metal. When it did no such thing, he took a careful bite.

"Wow, this is good!" he exclaimed, and Grubbly-Plank nodded, gesturing for him to enjoy himself. And enjoy himself he did, piling his plate with all the food he could reach, then quickly gobbled everything up and reaching out for seconds.

Some of the teachers at the table looked horrified at his disgraceful behavior, some looked amused. Ed didn't care though, food was food and he was going to eat as much of it as he could.

When the students were mostly finished eating, and the chatter started up again, Dumbledore stood up. Immediately, all the talking stopped, and all eyes were on him. The headmaster obviously commanded a ton of respect in this school, unlike those in Amestris.

"While we are all digesting that magnificent feast, I beg a few moments of your attention for the usual start-of-term notices," he said. "First years ought to know that the forest in the grounds is out of bounds to students - and a few of our older students ought to know by now too.

"Mister Filch, the caretaker, has asked me, for what he tells me is the four hundred and sixty-second time to remind you all that magic is not permitted in corridors between classes, not are a number of other things, all of which can be checked on the extensive list now fastened to Mister Filch's door."

Dumbledore cleared his throat, and Edward swore that the headmaster glanced at him for a moment. "We have had three staffing changes this year. We are very pleased to welcome back Professor Grubbly-Plank, who will be taking Care of Magical creatures lessons. We are also delighted to introduce professor Umbridge, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Also, we would like to welcome Professor Elric," he gestured to the blond, "who will be starting Alchemy classes this semester." Whispers could be heard throughout the hall, but a throat clear from Dumbledore quickly settled everything. "Now-" he started, but the woman dressed in eye-hurting pink from head-to-toe gave a throat clear of her own.

Dumbledore merely reacted for a moment, before looking interested in what she had to say. The other professors weren't as tolerant. Some even looked downright angry.

That didn't faze the pink, almost toad-like woman. She stood up. "Thank you, Headmaster, for those kind words of welcome." Her voice was girlish and high-pitched, despite her looks. To Edward, it sounded like she was acting in an extremely low budget production as a schoolgirl that had no choice but to cast her. She seemed to be overacting so much that Ed almost retched.

"It is lovely to be back at Hogwarts, I must say, and to see such friendly faces looking back at me!" Ed did a quick scan of the students. Not many friendly faces. "I am very much looking forward to getting to know you all, and I'm sure we'll be very good friends!" Nope, Edward thought. Judging by the faces in the crowd, you'd be lucky to not get mugged by the end of the year.

She cleared her throat again, and launched into a speech. "The Ministry of Magic has always considered..."

Ed tuned out after hearing mention of the Ministry. A dog of the military. Or frog, in this case. The State Alchemists were called the dogs of the military, for serving them in exchange for military funding. But this woman seemed like she was a pet of the government, willing to bark when told to, stand when told to, attack when told to.

He wasn't the only one losing interest. Many students have a blank look in their eyes, staring into empty space, in the happy place of their imaginations. The speech lasted longer than Ed would have liked. He liked not having her speak at all.

Once she was done, Dumbledore applauded lightly, followed by the rest of the teachers. Edward remained unimpressed. The only reason he would clap now is to drop her into a hole in the ground.

"Thank you very much, Professor Umbridge," Dumbledore said, though the twinkle in his eye was gone. "Now, as I was saying, as many of you may know, Alchemy is an optional subject for the sixth and seventh year students, and has been, in recent times, a rather neglected subject." The crowd of students chuckled. "Professor Elric has negotiated a compromise. He has opened his class to willing students of every year with exception of the first-years."

Murmurs rose again. "Now, the alchemy that Professor Elric will be teaching will be a difficult and unusual one," he continued, eyes hardened. "It would not be an easy class. This may deter some of you from considering joining, if any of you had an interest in the first place," he chuckled. "Judging by previous years, that would be extremely unlikely." Another wave of laughter. "With that in mind, I would like to invite Professor Elric to demonstrate a fraction of what you will be learning in his class."

Edward looked at the headmaster, who was in turn looking warmly at him. "If you would, Professor." Grubbly-Plank gave him an encouraging nod, and some of the other teachers looked on in curiosity and eagerness as well. He sighed and got up, stepping down from the slightly elevated platform that the teacher's table was on, onto the stone floor. He could hear giggles and laughter from isolated sections of the students.

He knelt down on one knee, feeling the stone, understanding the elements in the stone. Everyone waiting, though not like they did for Dumbledore. He clapped his hands together, and the noise rung throughout the hall, silencing everyone, as they watched. Over the silence, he could hear Ginny urging the people around her to watch.

Placing his palms on the ground, blue lightning crackled around the stone. The ground around him morphed as it was deconstructed, before the stone in front of Ed started to rise. When it was done, a life-sized stone statue of Dumbledore stood, arms open, a welcoming smile on his face, perfectly recreated.

The students stared in awe, teachers as well. A smattering of applause came from Dumbledore. "A remarkable likeness, don't you all agree?" The hall burst into cheers and applause at the spectacular display of magic they believed it to be. Another clap, and the statue was gone, as if nothing was ever disturbed. Edward returned to his seat, getting a pat on the back and the impressed smile from Grubbly-Plank. Umbridge had that sweet smile on her face, but he could tell she was less than amused.

Once the applause died down, Dumbledore continued with the announcements, though the students were pack full of excitement with what they just saw. Once the announcements were done, he dismissed the students, and the teachers started to get up as well.

Dumbledore approached Edward, after wishing well to the rest of the teachers. "Mister Elric, a word, if you would please." Edward promptly followed Dumbledore into the corridors of Hogwarts. "Quite the extravagant display, Mister Elric," he chuckled, as they ascended Hogwarts. "Although I daresay transmuting a stone wall would have sufficed as well."

"What fun would that be?" Edward chuckled, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Indeed," Dumbledore agreed. "I must admit that I, too, have a flair for the dramatic." They reached a dead end, with a stone gargoyle etched into the wall. "Acid Pops," Dumbledore clearly said. The gargoyle rattled, and a rumbling of stone echoed the corridor as it rose, revealing steps leading upward. "Shall we?"

Dumbledore's office was grandiose, as expected of the headmaster of a magical school. Books stacked the shelves to the ceiling, and a red bird perched itself Dumbledore's railing.

"Whoa," was all Ed could say.

"Now, Mister Edward, regarding your Alchemy classes," Dumbledore spoke, scanning his bookshelves. "when and how often would you like the classes to be?"

"Umm..." Ed pondered. "Who's taking it?"

"Well, that is up to the students. We'll have sign up sheets in their dormitories by tonight."

"Then, three times a week, I guess?"

"Splendid!" Dumbledore clapped his hands. With a flick of his wave, a piece of paper floated itself into Edward's hands.

"Alchemy classes every Monday, Thursday and Saturday, 3 o'clock," he read aloud.

"Is that to your liking, Mister Elric?"

"Yeah, looks fine."

"Perfect!" Dumbledore enthusiastically clapped. "Now come, let me show you to your classroom."

The two of them left the headmaster's office, and took the steps to the main section of the castle. "What about Flamel's notes?"

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Ah, yes. It will take me a while to gather all the notes he made. It'll be delivered to you first thing in the morning."

They arrived at a classroom on the fifth floor of the main building. "This will be your personal classroom, your living quarters are in a separate room at the back of this class," Dumbledore pointed out the door at the back. "That is all, Mister Elric. I wish you a very good night. You should rest up," he smiled, "your first class starts tomorrow."

"Thanks, old man," Edward called out as Dumbledore walked away.

"Think nothing of it, my boy. Equivalent Exchange. Your efforts, for Hogwart's housing."

Edward went straight into his bedroom. It was simplistic, just the way he liked it. A window provided ample viewing of the school grounds and the lands beyond. A small bookshelf provided him space for Flamel's notes. A bed provided him warm comfort and a place to sleep in.

"Wait, did he say tomorrow?"