Arthur and Dom sat at the café, studying Ariadne's latest construction. They were back in the business, taking the occasional job. It was one last job, that's what they said every time. Perhaps this time they meant it though, but a girl sitting at a nearby table was about to change everything for them. Arthur stretched his lean body, leaning back as he glanced about. Discussing plans while in a dream was something new for them. He briefly studied the girl wondering where Dom had seen her.

"What are you looking at," Dom asked following his gaze.

"Do you remember where you saw her," Arthur asked curiously. She sat two tables away reading a book. She wore jeans with a white top under a dark blue blazer. A cream colored fedora hid her hair from view.

Dom turned back to him and dropped his voice, "I've never seen her before."

Arthur's face furled in confusion. "She wouldn't be here if you hadn't seen her, she's your projection."

"Trust me I would remember seeing her," Dom replied. He turned slightly and glanced at the girl again. "Tell me we are in a dream."

Arthur leaned back and watched the girl as he spoke, "You know this is all a dream. None of its real."

All the other projections turned to look at him leveling him with deadly stares. The girl didn't even look up from her book, she continued to read as though what she was doing was completely normal.

"It seems like a dream you mean," Dom replied soothing the projections as he stood up and approached the girl. Arthur rose to follow. Dom pulled out the chair next to her and sat down without a word. Arthur sat on her other side glancing briefly at her book, The Great Gatsby.

"I don't think we've met," Dom said firmly.

The girl didn't look up from her page, "No, we haven't."

She continued reading completely at ease. Arthur was puzzled by her reaction, here she was in someone else's dream, not at all concerned. Dom glanced at him briefly before trying again.

"What are you doing here?"

"Reading," she said softly as she flipped the page. Arthur reached out and took the book from her hands. Her ice blue eyes met his dark brown ones for a long moment. "That's mine."

Arthur closed the book and set it on the table. "How did you get here?"

"I walked," she said, a sigh in her voice. She maintained eye contact with him, smirking slightly. "How did you get here?"

"You know how," Dom pointed out.

"I wasn't speaking to you," she said, looking at him for the first time. "If you really want to know, I was sent to keep tabs on you. There are people who pay a lot of money to know what you are doing, what you are both doing."

"But how…," Dom started to ask.

"You're a Walker aren't you," Arthur asked.

Every projection within earshot turned in their direction staring directly at the girl. She blinked once, twice, and Arthur couldn't help but notice how long her eyelashes were. Her lips pursed slightly, puckering as though she found something terribly amusing, but wasn't going to share it with the group.

"It's been wonderful boys, but I have to go," she replied before disappearing without a trace. Her book remained on the table the eyes on the cover staring up at Arthur.

"Who was she," Dom demanded.

"A dream walker," Arthur said as he woke up. "She's a dream walker."