Some things in life don't prepare you for the worst. Certain things can happen that make you question your motives: whether you know what to do or not. Luckily I never had that problem, well up to a certain point I never did.

Caulfield warned me about certain things happening in the dream world, certain things that were so life threatening that it would scare you. One of them happened to Caulfield once or twice, only because of his age. Being in one level of a dream is hard enough, but being in two in downright dangerous. There could be a situation where the body doesn't respond in the first level when something happened to the being in the second level. Caulfield explained that if the person is killed, the brain could still be functioning in the first level, but is slowly dying because of no brain response. There was a system of fixing it.

Multiple things would happen at one time. First, a injection must be made into the body to jumpstart the weakening heart. Caulfield showed me how to handle a injection, and also to make sure the person get plenty of oxygen when he or she wakes up. It was something I wished I would never have to deal with, but I was wrong.

It was the first mission that I had to go into two levels of a dream. I didn't have a major role in the job but I was only there as protection for the Mark in case of any projections coming towards him. I wore regular clothes this time: skinny jeans and sneakers, a v neck dark blue shirt and a leather jacket over it with in fingerless gloves. It felt better than being in a slutty dress, and to be able to hold a gun as well.

The plan was going just as we thought it would, up until the very end. We were about to finish the job, and I was on patrol with Arthur as he was breaking into the safe we were getting into at a bank. The job was to get the information from a banker, and all he had was in that safe. We were in a small room, the safe was in the wall and there was a large table in the middle. Arthur was at the safe and I was in front of him and behind the table, holding up my gun in my hand, keeping my eyes on the door Arthur was better at breaking open safes than I was, and I was on guard for him, But so far the plan was working as Arthur got the safe open.

He was going to get the paper when I heard something from above. I looked up, and Arthur did as well, the both of us hearing the distant but clear haunting voice of the french woman.

"It's too soon." Arthur said in a grunt as he looked through the papers. My head was still up and I heard a footstep in front of me and at the door. I whirled back around and saw a Projection in front of the both of us. As he threw up his gun I kicked down the table and grabbed Arthur's vest, throwing him down in the process when the projection started firing.

We huddled behind the table as I aimed my gun over the table and firing randomly. Arthur shoved the papers in his vest pockets and took out his own gun, cocking it and looking over the table. He shot a few times and shot back down next to me.

"Any ideas?" He asked me over the noise of gunfire.

"Does it look like I have a idea?" I asked him back to retaliation. I looked down at my simple gun while Arthur had his, which was clearly bigger. I sighed and looked back at him.

"I need a bigger gun." I said over the noise, looked back over and shooting at him. But he got my hand, skimming the top and having me shoot back down in pain. I squinted as blood spilled from the top of my hand. Clutching my hand I felt the blood got through my fingers. Arthur saw my hand and kept shooting.

It went on like this for a minute or two, and I could tell the table wasn't going to handle anymore damage. I then looked down to see a deposit box open next to me from our previous intrusion. I crouched low and held the box in one hand, my gun in another. I threw slid it across the room, the projection following it as I shot up and shot at him. He looked back at shot past me, but I killed him in two shots. Breathing in a deep breath, I looked back to see where Arthur was, but I only saw his foot sticked out from behind the table, not moving.

"Oh no." I said aloud as I shoved the table aside by kicking it. Arthur was shot in the chest and was now dead on the floor. Don't panic, I said in my head over and over again, He's not truly dead, only in this dream he's dead. He's awake in the real world.

As soon as I thought of Arthur, I felt a tug at my chest and I looked up, the room started to tilt and I knew I was getting a kick. Closing my eyes, I felt myself being thrown back into the wall, but as soon as I was about to hit the wall my vision went dark and I felt nothing else but air.

I woke up in my chair they placed me in and I looked all around me. Somehow I skipped the first level and came back to reality all together, which was odd but I was glad to be back. Cobbs was already awake, hunched over someone as well as Eames and Nash. I got the tube off of me and walked over, seeing whom they were looking at. I panicked, seeing it was Arthur. Why wasn't he awake? I felt concern flooding me as Cobbs shook him.

"Wake up Arthur, wake up!" he said in a loud tone, trying to get him to wake. But I then saw some signs from what happened with Caulfield. HIs eyes were moving underneath his eyelids, and his breathing was so slow it looked like he wasn't breathing at all. I shoved Cobbs out of the way and felt his pulse, it was too slow.

"Georgie,what are you doing?" Cobbs asked me, obviously annoyed as I looked at his his eyes. He was still dreaming, just not with us. I looked back at him, seeing how he was confused on what I was going,

"I know what's wrong with him. He was shot in the second level of the dream, but he never made it back to us. He's stuck on the first level somehow and we need to get him back here before he dies. Eames, grab my backpack." I said to him, seeing Eames run and grab my black backpack. I opened it and took out my tools needed: the small oxygen tank and mask and the injection.

"What is this?" Cobbs asked as I arranged all of the tools in the order I needed them in.

"We need to give him his own personal kick. If we don't he's gonna die in the first level. Cobbs, I know what to do, Caulfield taught me how, but I need to you help me and do as I say. If you don't he'll die." I said to him in a serious tone, having my hands near Arthur's head. Cobbs gave me a stern look, wondering if he could trust me with his friend's life. I knew he had to, and he knew he had to as well. He nodded his head and I looked back down at Arthur,

"Cobbs I need you next to me here next to his head. Eames, go by his legs." I said aloud and the two boys did what they were told. I held up the injectionf or all of them to see.

"Think of this as a personal jump for the heart. His pulse is far too low, and this will get his heart to accelerate and have him wake up. Now after this is injection, he will need oxygen and a lot of it for the heart to pump properly." I explained to them as I handed the injection to Eames carefully.

"Now I'm going to talk to him and get him to be conscious. His brain is still functioning, but barely. If he hears my voice he will know he's back in the real world and he'll physically try to move. Now as soon as I tell you to, inject him in the leg as hard as you can and after you do it Eames, hold him down. Cobbs, at the same time he's injected, place the mask over his mouth, got it?" I asked them both. They nodded their heads and I crouched down to Arthur's ear. I gently grabbed his limp hand in my own and leaned close to his ear, thinking of what to say to him.

"Arthur, can you hear me?" I asked in a soft tone, holding his hand and placing my other hand on his shoulder. He stayed still and I tried again, "Arthur, can you hear me? It's Georgie Arthur, listen to my voice. Hear my tone of voice, listen to me and me alone."

He was still unconscious, but I could see his eyes were moving more rapidly. I clenched his hand a bit tighter, moving my hand form his shoulder to his cheek. I knew he could feel my cheek from where he was, gently pressing my palm against his cheek and his eyes moved from more. He was trying to respond, just not yet. It killed me seeing him like this.

"Come back, Arthur. Come back to us." I said to him in a bolder but broken tone. Seeing him so still made me feel like he was truly dying. I cleared my throat, going to try again once more, "Come back Arthur. Come back...come back to me."

I didn't know that I was saying that phrase, but it felt natural saying it to Arthur. Come back to me, Arthur, come back to me. It was so thrilling to say, let alone natural. I didn't care that the others could hear me, all I wanted was Arthur. I suddenly felt a small movement in his hand and I saw Eames so hesitant.

"No, it was a spasm. We need real movement." I warned him as I leaned in closer to his ear, to where I could only talk to him.

"Please Arthur, don't do this to me. Come back, I know you can hear me. Follow my voice, Arthur. Come back to me, Arthur, come back to me." I said over and over again in a soft whisper, feeling desperate that he wasn't responding. But then I felt it, a small squeeze on my hand. It was real, he heard me. I looked back at Eames and Cobbs.

"Wait for my say." I said to them, looking back at Arthur and leaning back down again.

"Squeeze my hand again, Arthur. Come back to us." I said to him. I then looked down at our joined hands. I then saw it again, another tougher but small squeeze.

"Now!" I yelled, seeing Eames ram the injection needle into his leg. One second later, Arthur shot up from the chair and I grabbed his hand tight, seeing his eyes go wide and his mouth go wide, trying to breathe. It was as if he was breathing for the first time in years, not knowing what to do. Cobbs grabbed his shoulder and shoved the mask over his mouth, trying to get him to stop moving. I moved my hand to have him look at me, his eyes wide and the mask over his mouth.

"Breathe Arthur, I need you to breathe. In and out, deep breaths Arthur." I said to him in a slow tone. He understood after a moment or two, trying to breathe in a normal rate. He was slowly coming back to normal, and as I tried to move my hand away from his cheek he grabbed it with his hand and clutched it tight. It was a reflex, how tight he was holding me with both of my hands. Cobbs eased him back down in the chair and I stayed next to him, sitting on the chair with him and seeing him breathe normally now.

"Keep breathing Arthur, don't stop breathing. You're okay." I said to him over and over, feeling his gip on my hand relaxing and I brought both of our hands together in the middle of us. His eyes were on me the whole time and I smiled, trying to make sure he was still breathing. After a moment or two, Cobbs moved the mask away from his mouth, and I could hear how rapid he was breathing.

"You okay?" I asked him as he looked down at our joined hands. I looked down as well, thinking I should of moved them out of the way now and had him move his own hands. But he was still gripping me tight, as if he was still dreaming. He looked back at me, his eyes back to normal.

"Yeah...yeah I'm okay." He replied to me. I smiled as he got up in the chair, sitting properly. I moved my hands from him and gave him a hug on the chair. It was a crazy and stupid move since he almost died, but I was concerned for him since he was so close to being lost forever. At first he did nothing, but I then felt his arms go around me and holding me close in a gently fashion. One hand was on the nape of my neck and the other on my lower back, cradling me almost. It made me want to burst out in joy as he hugged me, but I clutched him close. His heartbeat was so fast it was almost like a humming bird and his hands were so cold and clammy.

"Thank you, thank you Georgie." He whispered in my ear, making me hug him tighter. I had the realization of this world, how dangerous it was and for one split second you could be dead. Arthur was almost a victim to this world, but I saved him.

I almost lost him, and loosing him would of been the worst thing in my existence.