Chapter 3 - Changed
He felt as if he'd fallen to the bottom of Baschool's mine shaft again, impaled and left for dead. He tried to remember how to breathe but inhaling burned his lungs.
Winry stepped from the doorway, still holding the knob. She looked… different. Gone were the cargo shorts and carelessly-tied bandana. No oil greases smeared her cheeks. She wore a dress-like chemise – pink, thin and short – more slip than substance. It hung off one shoulder, baring skin in casual ease.
Ed's face reddened. She was dressed for bed and it wasn't dark yet. There could only be one reason why.