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It had been three, long, hard months since Mal's death, and Arthur, for one, hated Cobb's longing for her. Sure, it wasn't that long ago, but Cobb's response and lack of care for the world was absolutely horrifying to the Point Man. So when Cobb phoned Arthur the night before about a job, giddy and optimistic, he knew something was out of place.

That day, at around 10A.M., Arthur sat patiently at a small table in a café, secluded from the rest of the L.A. buzz around him. His hair was swept back tidily, along with his plain grey suit, and he gripped onto a silver briefcase that was worth more than his life ever so tightly. As he alternated between tapping on his table with his right index finger lightly and sipping some strong black coffee, he grew more and more agitated that neither Cobb nor Eames arrived yet.

After about fifteen minutes, a man in a black suit with a black fedora covering half of his face entered the café quietly and swiftly settled into a seat next to Arthur. As he lifted his fedora off his face slightly, Arthur immediately realized that it was Cobb. "You're late," Arthur remarked, diluting his annoyance but twitching nonetheless.

"Eames is still in Mombasa, but he'll meet us at the airport in an hour," Cobb replied, shrugging off Arthur's comment. "So let's get going."

-An Hour Later At the Airport-

"…He's late," Arthur sighed, holding his passport and briefcase, waiting to be let on the plane.

At that moment, Eames, fully clad in a black suit, walked in and stepped behind Cobb and Arthur. The three were let onto the plane momentarily, and they did their best to avoid eye contact or rouse suspicion that they were anything but individual men going to New York. The interior of the plane was as white and boring as can be, and all the passengers aboard were no better. Clad in dressy suits and swept back hair, every single male aboard was a near splitting image of Arthur, to the dismay of Eames.

Mentally, Eames swore at the bland men as Arthur mechanically took a window seat, before grudgingly sat next to Cobb, who conveniently sat behind Arthur. He had wrongly assumed that all the people surrounding him were his companions on the next job, though if he had asked Cobb otherwise, that view would have been fixed shortly. When the airplane took flight, instead of watching Cobb or Arthur read a novel of some sort, Eames decided to take a nap and miss out on anything exciting that would have come from staring at the back of the seat in front of him.

Arthur, on the other hand, was trying his best to achieve the delusion that he was calmly reading a novel on psychology, and not panicking in the slightest. He had an emotionless expression with no signs of sweat, and he occasionally scrunched or raised his eyebrows as if something was interesting while turning a page. No one seemed to particularly notice him, and those who occasionally glanced at him were the ones with nothing to do who ran their eyes on everything that was moving.

As Arthur kept his delusion running, his mind raced through all the possible problems and outcomes of the job, as he was the Point Man, the one who factually kept the group together. He struggled a little bit as he asked himself the possibility of Eames losing both his arms and the possibility that Mal would arrive in the dreams, the latter being definitely possible while the former was just a pleasant thought in his eyes. He sighed as he relieved the memory of meeting Eames. It wasn't a pretty thought. Arthur shook his head rapidly to forget the memory and think of pleasant landscapes and scenarios, like those tapes that people buy to get them to sleep but end up being useless anyway.

He glanced behind to look at Cobb, who was sleeping with a euphoric expression. Arthur raised his eyebrows slightly, as the last time he saw Cobb with a slight smile was…before Mal died. "I wonder if he'd dreaming… and what, if that" he murmured quietly. It wasn't long before he shut his book to take a look at the sky outside. His eyes slowly grew larger at the sight before him.

What caught his eye at first was that the sky was completely dark and purple, dropping powerful rain like hail, and lightning bolts scattered across the bleak sky. With that sight in mind, one would expect booming thunder to deafen everyone, but that wasn't the case. Although Arthur could hear the splitter-splatter of the rain, there was no thunder to be heard, and everyone around him, he realized, was completely unaware of the terrible weather for flying. It wasn't the safest time to be on a plane, but if the pilot was not at all fazed by the weather, then Arthur would try to remain perfectly calm. He took another look outside to find something more intriguing.

They were passing by a huge, floating castle that was white with a purplish tint to it. It was adorned with a few black symbols of a messed up heart that were upside down, and below it was a dark city, complete with a menacing aura. The city had many skyscrapers that pierced the sky and many screens that showed white nothings. There was a peculiar building that was larger and brighter than the rest, but Arthur paid no heed to it, as he saw something far more interesting above the castle. He also lacked the interest to look closely at the streets of the dark city, which were scattered with white beings that were definitely not human.

What Arthur did gape at, however, was the heart shaped moon above the castle, illuminating a gold tinted brown glow. It was a breathtaking, stunning sight, as the "moon" pierced the purple clouds and red sky, but Arthur quickly shook himself out of the trance before turning to ask Cobb about the odd area they were in.

Unfortunately for Arthur, Cobb and Eames were both taken by a peaceful slumber.

Twitching, Arthur shot his left arm between his seat and the window, shaking Cobb as best he could with his less dominant hand. When Cobb did wake up, agitated, Arthur pointed to the window with a serious look on his face. Cobb, just as Arthur did, widened his eyes at the view, and as he looked around the plane, his eyes grew wider. He gestured to everyone else, and it was then that Arthur noticed something important.

Everyone aboard the plane, excluding the Extraction team turned into something inhuman. They were cute, little, adorable dark creatures with yellow eyes and antennae, leaving them the only humans aboard the plane. Leaving them the enemy, as the creatures tilted their spherical heads to the side, staring at them.

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