Morgan slept while Ariadne talked quietly to Cobb in the corner of the car. The team with Morgan had hopped another train from Russia to India. Arthur assessed the team and made himself busy cleaning wounds and setting any broken bones. Other than a few bruises and scrapes the team was okay. Morgan's stab wound had been cleaned and packed. Thankfully she was unconscious so Arthur had plenty of time to make sure no vital organs or arteries had been hit.

"So, what's the plan now point-man?" Eames' attempt at pulling Arthur's strings failed due to the stress of the situation and the overall sleep-deprivation of the group.

"Go to India. Stay on the down low for a while. Then we'll need a chemist, just in case. If they threaten us again, we'll have no choice but to perform inception." The mood of the car plummets as the team realizes this is inevitable.

Eames, Arthur, and Ariadne drift into sleep while Cobb stays on lookout. Cobb pulls a small down blanket over Ariadne. His hand lingers on her face as he remembers that just a few hours ago her life hung in the balance.

"I knew you couldn't be all bad." Morgan stirs as she sits into a position that is the least painful.

"Oh, I didn't know you were awake. How do you, uh, feel? Okay?" Cobb nervously runs his hand through his hair and sits on the bench opposite Morgan.

"Yeah, okay. I've been better. I'm just glad everyone's okay."

"Thank you, Morgan. You saved Ariadne yet again. You saved all of our lives."

"Oh, don't mention it. You all saved my life, too. More than once."

"I know, but, what I'm trying to say is that…I'm sorry. I underestimated you. I thought you were just some girl following Ariadne around hoping to go into dreams. I didn't realize…how much you actually care for her. I'm glad she has someone like you."

"She saved my life too, once. I owe her everything. She's the family I never had."

An empty silence hangs in the car as city lights flicker out the window. Cobb picks up a newspaper and flips through the pages.

"So, uh, Arthur seems quite taken with you." Cobb clears his throat and glances at Morgan over the paper.

"Oh. I don't think so. It's his job to ensure the protection of the team. That's all."

"Mhmm." Cobb mumbles and then returns his attention to the paper.

"I'm gonna walk around the train a bit. Stretch out my legs. Maybe find some coffee. Would you like one?"

"Oh, no that's fine. But here…take this. Just in case." Cobb opens a black suitcase and hands Morgan a small pistol. She takes it and slowly walks out of the car. Making sure no one sleeping is disturbed.

After several minutes have gone by, Arthur stirs awake to relieve Cobb of his duty.

"Where's Morgan?" Cobb can sense panic in Arthur's voice and becomes even more concerned of the point mans feelings for the girl.

"She went to get a coffee. You can go find her if you want. I'm not tired yet." Arthur loads his gun and leaves the car.

After searching most of the car Arthur starts to panic. What if she's gone? What if she's bleeding out somewhere? Just when Arthur checks the last empty car, a voice appears behind him.

"Looking for me?" The voice is soft and tired. Arthur turns to find Morgan holding a cup of coffee. She passes him in the doorway and sits on the bench.

"Hey, yeah, I was just checking in. You know, point stuff." Arthur fiddles with his gun and after careful consideration he sits on the bench opposite Morgan after closing the car door.

"Will you check my stitches? I think one of them is coming loose. Please."

"Oh, yes of course." Arthur stands and crosses the distance between them. Morgan lifts and takes off her shirt, leaving her in a simple black lace bra. Arthur passes, unsure of how to proceed. An image flashes in his mind, and he quickly has to think of something else other than her breasts. So instead he looks at all the bruises and dried blood. Not to mention the now protruding ribs that reveal how tired and hungry she must be.

He gently touches the stitches and pulls on one of them. Sure enough, it's a little loose and a few drops of blood drip down. Morgan winches slightly and arches her back.

"Sorry. It seems to be loose. I could re-do them for you, but it would be painful now that you're conscious. We don't have anymore morphine."

"It's fine, just do it. I'm okay." Morgan lays down on the bench and Arthur kneels on the ground and begins working on her stitches. Being ever so careful not to cause pain, his fingers move quickly and gracefully. Occasionally a nerve is pulled and Morgan winces. When Arthur is putting on the last stitch, there's a light knock on the door. Arthur gets up and looks out the window. Two men in black suits stand outside. Panicked, he locks the door and draws his gun.

"What is it? Arthur?" Morgan sits up and crosses to him. Arthur pulls her close to him and puts his hand gently over her mouth to signal her not to make a sound. The men knock a second time, this time more forcefully. Morgan pulls her gun from her boots and the two of them stand ready for the intruders.

"Hello? This is our car. We paid for the ticket to sit in our car not to stand in the hallway!" Arthur and Morgan look around to find two suitcases in the top racks. With a sigh of relief, Morgan carefully puts on her shirt and Arthur unlocks the door.

"Sorry, we were so tired we must have got the wrong car number." Arthur politely nods to the men who grumble and return to their car. The couple walks back to the appropriate car in silence.

Arthur buys croissants and small sandwiches and carefully watches to make sure Morgan ate something substantial. Satisfied when she's finished one sandwich, he takes his next break.

The rest of the train ride is peaceful with one person on lookout while the others rest. When they arrive in India, Arthur instructs the team to split up. Although it pains him, he knows the girls must go with Eames to find a place to stay, and Cobb must come with Arthur to find a chemist. Cobb and Arthur pulls Eames aside to ensure he realizes how precious his cargo is and if anything is to happen to them, Cobb and Arthur will see to it that Eames can never again have any sort of relations with women.

The groups say goodbye and go on their separate ways. Although he doesn't know why, Arthur has a sinking feeling that something terrible is going to happen. And he can only hope that he's wrong.