Ed groaned, as he woke up.

His head hurt from when he was hit before, and slowly, the memories seeped back in to his head. He, now, remembered why his head hurt; it was, because he got hit in the head, and knocked out. He found that he was still lying on the ground, in the very spot, that he got knocked out at.

Surprisingly, he was missing his left leg, (the automail one) and he was stripped down to his underwear. His mind wondered off, as he questioned who had stolen his automail, and why.

His wife, Winry, would kill him. His eyes widened in fear.

He glanced beside him, (possibly for his lost leg) and spotted the Fuhrer, also, stripped down to, only, his underwear.

"What do we do now?" Ed asked Mustang, successfully waking him up.

"Hmm...?" Mustang asked groggily.

"What do we do, now?" Ed nearly shouted, sounding very, very angry.

"We have to save Lan Fan, and Emperor Yao." Mustang stated the obvious.

"Should we just charge in?" Ed asked, seemingly forgetting about his missing leg.

"No, of course not. Do you, really, want to die, Fullmetal?" Mustang retorted.

"I'm not the Fullmetal Alchemist, anymore! I can't even perform alchemy! What do we do, then?" Ed asked angrily.

"We call for back-up." Mustang responded reasonably.