Seeing Mal

Ariadne:

Ariadne knew it was all wrong when she got to her dorm.

For one thing, it was clean. And if there was one surefire thing about her roommate, Sara, it was that Sara did not clean.

Walking around, Ariadne silently hoped maybe Sara was attempting to hide the fact that maybe... She had had a party? But it soon came apparent that was not what was happening at all.

"Sara?" Ariadne called, pulling open the bathroom door. With a scream she slammed the door, before reopening it after ten minutes of silence.

Except this time, there was no mistaking it... Mal Cobb was standing in her bathroom.

Arthur:

Arthur knew after he got in the cab.

Arthur was getting in and he saw something that made his stomach drop- Fuzzy dice on the dashboard that looked almost identicle to his totem in everyway.

Quickly he dug his hand into his pocket, and found the familiar plastic of his totem- a loaded die. Grabbing he rolled it on the seat, and it landed on a five. Cold laughter issued from the drivers seat. Slowly, with a sense of growing dread, Arthur looked up.

And when he saw who the driver was, he barely cold keep from screaming.

Eames:

Eames knew when she asked him a question.

Eames was a busy man. It wasn't unusual for him to get meeting requests every other hour- after all, he was the greatest forger in the world.

Given the happenings of the Fischer job, though it had been a success, where still fresh in the Forger's mind. All he really wanted to do right now, was unwind.

And being Eames, he decided the best place to do that would be at a bar.

The bar was loud, dark and full of people. Sliding into a bar stool, Eames waved to the bar tender, who held up a hand, the universal gesture for 'Hold on'. Five minutes later, he still hadn't gotten his drink, and Eames was really starting to get pissed off.

"Hey, bar tender, can I get some service here?" Someone hollered from next to him. He smirked a little and turned to see who it was- And her smile made his blood run cold.

"Eames! Miss me?"

"Not hardly, Mal," he whispered.

Fischer:

"Mr. Fischer, there's a lady on line two." Rolling his eyes, Fischer reluctantly accepted the phone from his young secretary. He had just gotten off a very long flight, he was in no mood to deal with business.

"Hello," he said in an annoyed tone.

"Hello, Mr. Fischer, my name is Mal Cobb..."

Yusuf:

Yusuf knew as soon as he turned around, just a day after he had returned to his makeshift lab. handing a vial of the mixture to a person behind the table/counter, he said;

"Alright, there, thats all of it." Accepting the money, Yusuf counted the bills. Selling his mixtures wasn't really his thing, he was exclusive, but... Well, developing sedatives with illegal chemicals dug quite the whole in ones bank account.

"You must be the chemist... Anyone ever tell you about me?" Yusuf frowned and turned back to the counter and almost dropped the beaker of liquid in his hands.

"M- Mal!"

Cobb:

Cobb knew as soon as he stepped away from his children...

They were wearing the same exact clothes as the day he left them.