BREAKING

Prologue

"Is this a dream..?"

"No."

"What is it, then?"

"…a memory."


Dom Cobb stood on the outskirts of his property, just on the edge of his lawn. Beside him stood Phillipa, tall for her age, with tousled blonde hair that tumbled down her back in unruly curls.

"Daddy?" she said. Dom glanced down at her. "Yes?"

"Is Mommy ever coming back?"

The pain was sharp; immediate. He didn't flinch.

"No, sweetie."

Phillipa pushed yellow strands from her face with one dirt-streaked hand. "Why not?"

Dom sighed. He knelt down beside his daughter, taking her small face in his large hands. "Mommy's in heaven, sweetheart." he said softly. "I told you that."

She nodded in understanding. "Like my rabbit."

Dom let out a gentle laugh, the sound oddly loud in the silent twilight. "Yes," he said. "Like your rabbit."

Off in the distance, he could hear the faint noise of a phone ringing. It stopped after a second, and then the voice of his mother-in-law could be heard calling out "Dom! Phone!"

Taking Phillipa's hand, Dom crossed the lawn, his bare feet ruffling through the emerald green of the grass. His daughter ambled along beside him, her eight-year old body dwarfed next to his own. Smiling, Dom picked her up and swung her up into his arms, her cheerful giggling resonating inside of his head. He stepped into the house, carting Phillipa over to June.

"Thank you." he said, and took the phone, pressing it to his ear. "Hello?"

"Dom Cobb?"

"Speaking."

"I have a job for you."