There's wonder all around, from the odd plants to the alien people, but there's a blond man paying attention to absolutely none of it, his focus is so centered on the stars sliding by outside the window.

Alfons has seen a lot of insane things over the last few days. Heard even more from Edward, in the months before that. Converting matter from one form into another, creatures that could change their shape, hell--he'd even seen a dragon.

He never thought he'd live to see the stars.

The glass is cool when he puts his hand up to it--he wonders how thick it is, to keep the pressure of the atmosphere inside where it belonged. He can see unfiltered starlight between his fingers, and with the dilation of their light he wonders just how fast they're going.

He's so lost in reverie that if anyone approaches him--well, he certainly isn't going to notice.