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Flashback

Her phone buzzed

'Hello?' Ariadne said into the phone

'Ariadne it's me, Arthur. I trust you still remember me?' the polished silky voice on the other end said

'Uh…sure, of course I do! What's up?'

Instantly she regretted the casualness of her tone. Arthur didn't call people randomly to chat. Arthur always had a purpose for everything. And how could she ever forget? That time of her life that changed the course of her life forever. She could never truly believe in the real world anymore.

'The five of us have to meet at the warehouse again tomorrow, 4 in the afternoon. Please rearrange your schedule if you cannot make it as it is vital you be there.'

'Erm…okay…I guess I could go…'

'Very well we will see you there then. Don't be late. Goodbye.'

And he hung up.

End Flashback

So there they were, five of them gathered in the warehouse once more. Much as she was glad to see them, the tension apparent was all too clear. Eames was fidgeting with some lint on his shirt. Cobb sat silently at his desk, spinning his top. Yusuf looked the most normal but his agitation was betrayed by the fact that he flipped the pages of his journal too fast. Arthur just sat on a chair with his elbows on his knees, staring hard at the floor. There seemed to be something so hard in his face, an emotion she could not quite put her finger on, which startled her.

'This is totally unlike Arthur,' Ariadne thought to herself.

She tried to sound Cobb, Arthur, even Eames and Yusuf out but they gave nothing away. She had surmised then that probably only Dom, Arthur, and possibly Eames fully knew what was about to happen.

And from the reactions of all the others when the girl walked in, Ariadne did not like it.

'Well gentlemen, and lady,' as the yet unnamed girl inclined her head towards Ariadne, facing them as they stood in a wary semi-circle.

'I came alone. There is no one else out there'

'How can we trust you? How do we know you are you?' Cobb asked.

Cobb, Arthur and Eames now had their guns trained on the girl.

Ariadne was terrified. Who is she, she who looked so young, so beautiful, and so terrifying? Why were they so wary of her? Who is she?