When I woke up it was a little later in the day and I sat up. I was slightly dizzy and had a head ache form all the crying. Feeling drained of all life I got up and pulled out the cell phone that the guys had given me. It rang and rang and rang and rang.
"Ciao?"
"Mamma?"
"Carmen! Come stai? (How are you?)"
"Bene e tu? (Good and you?)"
"Io sto bene. Tuo fratello sta bene pure. (I am fine. Your brother is fine as well.)"
"Buono. Volevo solo ... Mi manchi. (Good. I just wanted to... I miss you.)"
"Così, Antonio mi dice che voi due ha incontrato un vecchio amico del tuo. (So, Antonio tells me that you two ran into an old friend of yours.)" I smiled knowing that my little brother would rat me out to mom.
"Sì mamma. Io sono con Arthur e gli altri. (Yes mom. I am with Arthur and the others.)"
"Nulla di nuovo con voi e Arthur? Mi piace Arthur. Lui è un uomo buono. (Anything new with you and Arthur? I like Arthur. He is a good man.)" I smiled. She always loved Arthur. She loved him from the day she met him. She never stopped talking about Arthur. She always told me that if I was going to marry somebody it had better be Arthur.
Just then Arthur came in smiling. I put my hand over the phone,
"Mamma. She wants to know if there's anything new between us." He smiled and took the phone from my hands. Now it was time to see if my Italian lessons have stuck with him all this time,
"La signora De Luca. Mi è Arthur. (Mrs. De Luca. It is me Arthur.)"
"Arthur! E 'bello sentire da voi mio figlio. (It is good to hear from you my son.)" Arthur laughed a little and sat down beside me. I wrapped my arms around his chest and put my head against him. I smiled as I listened to the conversation between my mother and Arthur. Eventually he handed me the phone and said goodbye,
"Addio mamma. Ti amo troppo. (Goodbye mom. I love you too.)" I felt better after talking with my mother. She always knew how to make me feel better. Arthur took my hand and pulled me into a kiss before pulling me up off the bed and down the stairs.
"Fischer Sr. is dead." I nodded at Saito, who looked at Eames to continue,
"He'll take a plane to LA with the coffin."
"He'll probably ride first class. There'll be people. We'd have to buy the pilot, the stewardess, the cabin-"
"I bought the airlines." We all looked at Saito, who simply shrugged, "Thought it'd be neater."
"The stewardess will be our monitor. Yusuf will provide the sedative." I nodded and we all went to prepare for the journey to the LA. I packed everything I had and made my way out to the car. It was a quick journey to the airport and we got on the plane rather quickly. I sat right in front of Arthur and right beside Fischer. Now it was time for me to earn his trust. Make him feel comfortable around me.
"Hello." He looked at me and smiled,
"Hi." He extended his hand and I shook it, "I'm Robert Fischer Jr."
"Donatella Gemma." I always used my sister's first name and my middle name as a cover. He smiled at me and kissed my hand,
"Italian?"
"Sì."
"Ho passato due anni in Italia con mio padre. Devo dire che il vostro paese è bello. (I spent two years in Italy with my father. I must say your country is beautiful.)" I smiled at him,
"Grazie. Se in Italia sei rimasto? (Thank you. Where in Italy did you stay?)"
"Venice. Se in Italia sei? (Where in Italy are you from?)"
"Bologna."
"Bello. Ho trascorso una settimana in cui mio padre era in viaggio d'affari. (Beautiful. I spent a week there when my father was on a business trip.)"
Just then the buckle your seatbelt light came on,
"Excuse me sir. I think you dropped this." Cobb handed him his passport which I knew Eames had lifted off of him and he checks it.
"Thank you, I must have dropped it." The two of them talk a little and they order drinks. Once he's out we all hook up and relax.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Arthur pov~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
On the way to the plane I had thought about what we had discussed earlier. 10 hours of reality gives 1 week in the first dream, 6 months in the second dream and 10 years in third dream. We had to be very careful. This could turn out very well or it could all go to hell. When we got on the plane Carmen took her spot beside Fischer to gain his trust. When he kissed her hand I about lost my cool demeanor. And when he started to speak to her in Italian I really hated him. But I kept calm knowing that I couldn't blow this. I smirked to myself though when she took on her sister's name. That used to be the name she used when we met our marks. Then Dom took over and Fischer took a drink of the sedative and went out like a light. Then we moved quickly and we all stuck the needles in our arms and sank back into a deep, deep sleep.
