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ARIADNE'S POINT OF VIEW

Ariadne awoke in her dorm room. She looked over at the clock. She was late for class! Quickly she got up and looked down at herself. She was still in her cloths from yesterday. Why didn't she change? She didn't have time to change so she would have to go like that. She ran to her desk and picked up her things. She was going to miss her favorite class today.

As she ran outside she noticed people were staring at her.

"What, like you've never been late to class before?" she asked under her breath.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Jessica caught her arm, "Ari, where are you rushing to?"

Jessica was a pretty brown haired girl with freckles and green eyes. She was in most of Ariadne's class which made her wonder why she wasn't hurrying to class as well since she was obviously late. She wore a white floppy hat and a pretty black wool jacket over a blouse, jeans and Uggs.

"Class, it started five minutes ago," she answered out of breath.

"You're joking right," she said a smile coming onto her face. Jessica was her friend, they had met in a structure design class freshman year and they seemed to have a lot of the same courses. They hung out a lot but they weren't exactly best friends.

"No, why would I be joking. You're late too!" she said noting that she was completely calm.

"Ari, we're on break," she laughed at her friend.

"What? No, break isn't for another two days." She said confused. The other people that were with Jessica, seemed to be eavesdropping since they laughed.

"No, Ari, we have been on break for two days now…" she said, the smile leaving her face.

"That's impossible…" she whispered.

"No… you even said you were going away. You texted me something about Daphne and said you were leaving early to stay with a friend in London," she said sure of herself. Ariadne shook her head, "I've never been to London… and I don't know anyone in London…" Jessica shrugged.

"Maybe you should go take a nap or something," With that she turned back to her friends and they all began heading towards the Starbucks that was on campus. Ariadne looked around, people were still staring at her. She headed back for her dorm and looked at the flyer where the Winter Ball sign had been posted, it was gone.

As she reentered her dorm room she looked at Daphne's calendar and saw that the days were marked off. She had been counting down till when she left for New Zealand for Christmas. Ariadne knew that she was stupid, but this was something Daphne knew.

Quickly she took out her phone. She browsed through the names of people she had called. No one out of the ordinary. The ten she ignored from her mom and the five she had taken from her friends, why couldn't she remember anything.

The phone buzzed in her hand. She opened it and pressed it to her ear, "Hello?"

"Ahh yes Ariadne Smith?" she frowned at the name.

"Yes?" she said excusing the last name. Maybe this had something to do with her weird amnesia.

"Ah yes, this is the Hotel Meurice Belle Etoile. You left some possessions here a few days ago, we were wondering if you might be able to pick them up."

"Oh, yes of course," she said surprised. She had heard about that place before, it was the fanciest and most expensive hotel in Paris. Why was she there?
She wasn't sure what to do after she hung up. Who would know? She didn't know what to do. She wanted to go to her best friend but she wasn't exactly sure who that would be. She felt so alone and distant. Whoever she was with must have been a big deal to her, especially if it made her skip class.

The hotel was where the answers were and since she didn't have any classes and ignored her mom's phone calls. Why not head over and see what she had left.

It wasn't long till she found it, after all it wasn exactly the most subtle place in the world, regarding how fancy it looked. She entered the unfamiliar lobby and walked towards the desk. A man raised his eyebrows, "oh I remember you. Here you are." He handed her a suitcase.

"This is what I left?" she said. He looked back furrowing his eyebrows with a nod.

"I mean, yeah this is what I left," she said confidently. Quickly she turned away and headed out onto the street. It was easier than she expected. What in the world was the suitcase though. She studied it for a moment and even tried to open it but wasn't able to get the right code. Then she noticed some writing on the bottom.

"Return to Eames," she read the name aloud and chuckled at it. It was an odd name. She looked at the number below and pulled out her cell phone. Quickly she dialed the number and put it to her ear.

"Hello?" An English man answered.

"Hi, is this a Mr. Eames?" she asked quietly.

"Yes, who may I ask is this?" he answered.

"My name is Ariadne… I was hoping you could tell me… well who I am… I mean you and I were obviously here at the Hotel Meurice Belle Etoile together… and you ah left something in my room," she said it all too quickly.

"Something?" he echoed.

"Yes, it says return to Eames with this number on it," she said looking down at the suitcase. It looked very odd, a silver briefcase. On the front were five letters PASIV.

"Is that where I was?" he asked.

"What?" she was confused.

"I… I can't remember the last week of my life," he said, "And there are holes missing in my memory," The same was with me. I could remember being at school but how could people say that I wasn't and I went off to London. I had obviously lied to them since I was in a hotel in Paris and not London.

"Perhaps we could meet up… Piece things together… because I can't either," she didn't know what she was saying. She was told never to talk to strangers and now she was going to trust a man who she hadn't even met, just talked to on the phone.

"Yes, of course," he sounded desperate.

"Where are you?" she asked. Most people traveled from far away when they came to Paris, why would he be any different?

"I am in London." He said. Her heart froze, that was where everyone had said she had gone.

"Maybe I should come see you," she said, "My friends told me I told them I was going to London." There was silence for a moment. Perhaps he was having the same problem she was with accepting the possibility they probably knew each other.

"Of course." He said, "I will text you my address… this is your cell phone right?"

"Yes, thank you," she said gratefully. It was awkward. She didn't know what to say. This was a bit odd. She closed her phone. If she was going to be gone, she might as well have worked on her school work. She had to find out what she missed. Most of the teachers probably wouldn't be understanding so there was really only one she could go to for makeup work.

Her things were packed and she was ready to go. This time no one was watching as she made her way down the hallway that was line with bookshelves and books so dusty and old that they should have been classified as ancient ruins. She turned and opened the door.

Sitting at his desk, grading papers as always, was Professor Miles.

"Hi," she chirped up in the silence. He looked up, his eyes looking over his black glasses, "Ah Ariadne." There was a smile on his face. She left her bags and headed down the steps. She didn't know what to say to him, Oh Professor Miles the reason I wasn't in class was because I was apparently in London even though I have no recollection of it? It was too farfetched to believe, she barely believed it herself.

"How have you been?" he asked taking off his glasses.

"Ok," she answered looking down at the papers.

"You need the work don't you? I already got it together for you," he said reaching into his desk drawer. He didn't even need an explanation as to why she was there or needed the work, he just knew.

"Um… yeah. Thank you?" she said taking a thin packet of paper from him. He smiled and looked at his watch, "To be honest I thought the job would take longer. Dom said it was Inception."

"Hmm?" she barely hear what he was saying as she leafed through the papers.

"So how is Dom. He told me that he was hoping you would join him on a job," he said.

"Excuse me?" She said frowning.

"The job. He said he had another job for you." The professor said confused.

"I'm sorry Professor. I don't know who you are talking about… or what? A job?" she said.

"I have to go make a call…" he said a worried look coming into his eyes. The old man quickly turned back into his room and down the stairs. Ariadne shook her head, she loved Professor Miles, he was really funny and nice. He really took pride in her since she was a top student, but she didn't know what he was talking about. He seemed worried, someone named Dom? She checked her watch, she needed to go so she wouldn't miss her flight.

It only was a short drive to the airport. It was kind of nice to be getting away. She was glad that this would probably be all sorted out by morning… she hoped. Whoever this Eames man was the question. She looked down at her ticket and noted the time and the terminal. She was reading the small print and hit something.

Both of their things went everywhere. The suitcases unlatched scattering personal items and such. The briefcase she needed to return to him slid away from the collision. She snorted angrily and bent down to pick up her things. The man seemed taken back for a moment.

"Oh excuse me," he said bending down to reach over and grab the suitcase. He froze like he had seen something but shook it away. She yanked it away, it was the one thing that connected her to Eames. She grabbed her things and shoved them back into her suitcase.

"Sorry about that," she said taking them back in her possession. She helped him collect his things and he did the same. As they stood up she saw he was very handsome. He wore a suit, like a business man and his jet black hair was slicked back.

"My name's Arthur," he said after a moment where they both stared.

"Ariadne," she stuck out her hand and he gently took it.

"So, you are heading to London," he said with a smile.

"Yes… how did you…"

"I know everything," he said with a small smile. She stared for a moment, stalker.

"I'm kidding," he frowned, she didn't get it. "Don't worry I just saw your ticket… besides I'm on the same flight."

"Oh great." She muttered underneath her breath. There was something familiar about him though, his smile? The way he dressed? The smell of his cologne? She shook the thoughts away. She had a serious case of amnesia and she needed to know why no one knew where she had been and what she was doing. Boys should be the last thing on her mind, especially old ones she met in an airport.

"Why are you heading to London?" she found the question slip out of her mouth before she could stop.

"I think I visited there this past week and I need to get my things from a hotel." He answered with a smile, "Then I am heading LA where my family lives."

"Oh," she said looking down at her bags.

"Maybe we will have a chance to talk some more, later on the plane," he said, "I have to go." With that they both nodded and headed for the terminal. She headed through security and was let onto the airplane. As she headed down the boarding tunnel she could see him up ahead. She stepped onto the plan and looked for her seat.

"OF course," she muttered as she saw who else was in the same row.

"What are the chances?" he asked with a slight smile as she sat down.

"You tell me," she chuckled nervously. "… I do believe you promised to tell me more about yourself." Stupid, stupid, how come she kept talking? There it was again. That feeling that she already knew him. He seemed so familiar, like an old friend… perhaps more than a friend? She was stupid for thinking that though, he had obviously never seen her in his life either.

"Ah yes," he chuckled softly.