"No. But I believe I am supposed to be..." Scar trailed off and grasped his left arm with his right. Under the light cloth of his robe, he could feel a distinct scar circling his left bicep. Small details were starting to trickle back.

"My arms were gone." He was talking more to himself than Alphonse. Scar's brow suddenly furrowed. There were no details. He just knew- "I was shot."

They really were alone in the middle of nowhere. When the dunes came to rest just right, you used to be able to see Ishbal from here. Naturally, there wasn't anything to see anymore.