He awoke in a cold sweat, swallowing hard. He checked his totem hurredly, then relaxed. The dream had felt so real, as all dreams do. He wrote down the numbers that had appeared in the dream, perhaps they might mean something. The numbers the girl gave him, paper clamped between black nails, brown hair flowing behind her as she ran away.
Curiosity overtook him, and he picked up the phone on the nightstand. 441645. He paused, realizing it was only six numbers. He put in a zero for good measure, then pressed talk. The phone rang three times, the a groggy womans voice answered:
"Hello?"
"Hello, one of my friends just gave me this number. I was curious who it was."
"oookayy… who is this?"
"I asked first."
"My name is Kay. Your turn."
"and Kay, what color is your hair?"
"I said your turn."
"My name is Eames. When will I see you?"
"Never! Who do you think you are?
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