The sun felt warm against his skin.

Alphonse, although remembering little of it, realized he had missed the relentless summer heat. His brother was beside him, suffering through the high temperatures, but although his skin was burning from the star's golden touch, he was content.

He was feeling the sun on his skin. He was hearing the birds in the trees. He was smelling the grass and faint scent of apples.

Alphonse was alive once more. He could not ask for anything else.

"Den!" he called out. The dog, upon recognizing him, started barking loudly and jumped up from the porch and lunged at him.

He was certain he had been smiling for hours at this point, but there was no other way to convey the unadulterated joy he was feeling. He laughed when Den practically climbed him, reaching down to pet the excited dog affectionately. "Hey there, buddy!"