It wasn't until the three of them walked into the warehouse in Paris that they could speak to one another in private. The meeting had culminated in awkward promises and assurances, and, finally, Arthur had agreed. Fischer then called for Smith, who handed him three plane tickets to Paris, set to leave that day. The team said little on the flight, or the taxi ride to the warehouse. But once there, conversation started in earnest.

"That shouldn't have happened," said Arthur, uncharacteristically upset. "We were hired by the very person we should have avoided at all cost."

"Well, nothing for it now except to do it," added Eames. "Though, did he seem a little… I dunno, off to you?"

"Well, yeah. Cobb said that inception is dangerous because it becomes who you are," said Ariadne. "The concept of building something better than his father's has taken him over."

"It doesn't matter," said Arthur. "We can't do this job. We should just disappear. This feels wrong, the whole thing."

"Still, easy money. Why don't we just do it, and then get the hell out of here?" said Eames. "Might as well, at this point. We told the poor bastard we'd do it."

Arthur paced for a few minutes, fighting himself. Finally, he said, "Okay. Let's just get it over with. Can we agree on minimal contact with Fischer?"

"I thought that was a given. Is it possible to trace Inception?" Ariadne asked.

"I don't know, no one is an expert, and Cobb was the closest to it. We've never seen it happen, but that doesn't mean anything," Arthur answered. "But if it did happen, it would undo the idea. He would remember everything, but I'm guessing it would collapse his self-identity."

"Well, that's not good," said Eames unhelpfully. "Shall we begin, then?"