"Eames, we've got to get on with researching the job."
"But darling, I've got all the time in the world!
"No we don't Eames, the job is in a weeks time! And if I don't have all the research done by then... Dom will be so mad at me."
"Arthur... Jesus, chill! A week is a lot of time!"
"Eames..." Arthur reloaded his gun. "Don't make me..."
"Are you boys arguing again?" I retorically asked, knowing the answer was "Yes".
"Oh, hi Araidne," Arthur said blushing and dropping his gun on the ground with a loud clatter. "Didn't see you there."
Arthur is the sweetest (and smartest) guy I know, but the fact he didn't spot me behind Dom Cobb's desk shows how he isn't himself today.
"Eames, what have I told you about annoying Arthur in such a way he feels murderous! Also, I agree with Eames, Arthur take a CHILL PILL! YOLO, 'Kay?"
"What does YOLO mean?" the two boys said in union.
"Jesus, you two are so behind the times, you look and act like your from the 21st century but seem to be from another planet other times... Almost like Doctor Who..."
"Doctor what?" Arthur asked.
"No! Doctor who! Oh, don't worry... Hey Eames, have you still got that movie projector?"
"Yeah."
"Awesome! I can show you what Doctor Who is all about..."
After every episode I showed them, it was always... "Can we watch another one? Please Araidne! We still have a week on the job!" Every time I gave in.
We were up to the episode that follows the episode 'Utopia' where the Master comes back alive in a younger regeneration, Eames and Arthur were sitting either side of me. The time was nearing eleven p.m. and we were just getting into the action. Eames and Arthur were bickering about who was more like the Doctor. In the end, Eames won because he said he was more handsome and nobody said anything more after that.
Near the end of the episode, I started to feel...
"Let me out!" I exclaimed after waking up and finding myself stuck in a cupboard that was on the work site we had set up as office.
"On one condition..." A creamy unfamiliar sounding voice said on the other side of the door. "You don't make a single movement towards the two people I have out here for you..."
"Anything to get out of this darn closet!"
"Your wish has been granted, 'mlady!" The tall, broad figured man with a small goatee said. He had a navy turban on, and trousers that could only be described as tailored MC Hammer dancepants. He was carrying a golden lamp. For some reason, he seemed familiar...
On the other side of the room, on two chairs, were Arthur and Eames. They were both tied up with duct tape covering their mouths and limbs firmly keeping them on their separate chairs. I wanted to scream at that man, make him set them free, but there seemed to be this higher force not allowing me to.
"I am such a dishonourable man! My name is Hanj the genie protector of the lamp of DREAMS! I recently came across your PASIV dream machine thingamajig when I was travelling through Mumbasa..."
"That's where I have seen you before! You were our driver for the trip!"
"That's absolutely correct darling!" said Hanj, suddenly starting to sound like Eames. He then cleared his throat. "Anyway to get on with the mission!"
"What mission?"
"The mission of true love and lust," Hanj said putting his creamy voice back on. "Over the next few hours, you will be slipping between two realities... One in which, one of the two boys over there is madly in love with you, and one where the other boy is madly in love with you. When the hourglass is full..." Suddenly an hourglass in a compact necklace form appeared around Araidne's neck. "You will ruturn to this room and tell me which reality is real! Good luck!"
The hourglass turned... And the adventure commenced.