"Lukaih could you hurry up with those paper?" Ariadne yelled up the stairs, seconds a boy of twelve with dirty blonde hair and intriguing deep purple eyes hurried down the stair with a mass of architectural designs overflowing his arms.

Lukiah was Ariadne's next-door neighbor and a keen architect himself. She had taken him on as her apprentice when she had seen some of the immensely detailed graphic designed he had produced on her computer whilst babysitting him.

He had designed whole cities and completely redesigned over 12 major cities in less than two hours. Ariadne was seriously impressed by this and so made him an offer.

Lukaih tripped and the papers spilled out of his arms as he tumbled down the stairs, hitting his head on the cold marble floor in doing so.

Lukaih's eyes snapped open; he was sat in a derelict warehouse, strapped to the Pasiv Dream Machine with Ariadne lying next to him. Only problem; she didn't know it was a dream.

Lukaih put his head in his hands, damn Arthur for getting him into this mess. Wait, Arthur! Lukaih pulled out his PDA and frantically tapped in Arthur's number.

He picked up on the second ring, saying abruptly " who is this and why are you calling me?"

" Arthur you idiot! It's me, Lukaih! Listen Ariadne's still in the dream, level 2 at least, I'm not sure."

" Lukaih, I'm a busy man, why are you telling me this?" Arthur said curtly

" She doesn't know it's a dream!" Lukaih says frantically, " if she dies, she'll be stuck in limbo"

The was silence on the other end, and Lukaih thought Arthur had hung up on him when he finally said" You know what to do.' Then the line went dead.

Lukaih scrambled around under he found his pocket watch, ticking away at a steady pace. Lukaih smiled and pulled the silenced pistol from inside his jacket, putting it calmly to his head.

Another thing telling Lukaih it was a dream was the blast of the gun ringing out across the empty warehouse as he awoke to see Arthur, Dom and Eames all looking at him.

He shook his head, his eyes flickering to Ariadne, still trapped unknowingly in her own subconscious.

" I spoke to you" Lukaih said, to Arthur "Your subconscious was a bit short with me"

Arthur smiled weakly and said" Well sorry, but I think we have more pressing matters, do we not?"

" Lets assume she gone into limbo" Dom said logically, " We've lost the most crucial member of the team. We've lost our architect."

" That's not the point" Arthur argued, " How are we supposed to get Ariadne out of limbo? She could be stuck there for years!"

" I survived limbo, she'll be fine" Cobbs snapped back. Eames was just casually watching, waiting to see how it played out. Lukaih laughed inwardly, of course he would, he was the gambling man.

" Shut up!" Lukaih yelled, gaining the attention of his colleagues, " Arthurs right. It doesn't matter about losing an architect; I'm fully qualified as one! " He said,

" But as for Ariadne, limbo is a dangerous place. Cobbs, you of all people know that and you lost your wife because of it. Do you want that to happen to Ariadne?"

" Of course you don't" Lukaih continued " So we get her back"

" Hate to burst your bubble, kid, but we can't" Eames said slowly, " it just aint possible"

" Ahhh, but that Eames, is where, my friend, you are well and truly wrong."