Roy lied in his cot listening to men cry. He'd just gotten three new roommates. They were all new captures still clinging to their past lives. Soon they'd accept their fates, and only dead eyes would remain as they shriveled into echoes of their former selves.

Roy yearned to save them, but he couldn't even figure out how to save himself. Blue-eyed Alphonse said he didn't need to make a gate, he could use the other Roy's –Ray's- gate. That made things a bit easier. He wouldn't have to murder anyone to get to the other side.

How would he find this gate though and with all the supervision here, how could he possibly have enough time to set everything up and wait for Ray to weaken enough to slip through?

There were just too many variables. What if he wasn't strong enough to slip through, especially in his current state? He could only hope his people on the other side knew he wasn't himself. He considered himself a complex enough individual to not be mistaken easily. Riza would never fall for such deceptions, she'd proven herself time and time again. All he had to do was figure out where the gate was and wait for his team to create an opening.

With Edward back from the gate and all his knowledge of the other side, he was confident he could get back home. He just needed to wait things out. He'd need more information in order to figure out where to find the gate. The man giving him information was still oblivious to the changes in Ray, although in a place like this, the less you saw the better.

All he needed to do was wait until work hours and then he'd get the information he needed. Roy closed his eyes and tried to ignore the sobs coming from his cellmates. Tomorrow he'd be one step closer to home.

That night, he dreamt of gold and a sunlit smile.