Hello people. I'm back again. I'm not very proud of my writing in the last chapter, so I wanted to try harder in this one. I actually have no idea what I'm doing. I just make the story up as I go along.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inception. It belongs to a genius known as Christopher Nolan. Maybe you've heard of him?

Ariadne turned around slowly to face a tall, slender man with hair graying at the roots. He looked and smelled as if he hadn't had a showered in a while, and his clothes were well-worn and tattered. Ariadne came to the conclusion that he was homeless.

"Don't try to run, sweetheart. I could always shoot you," he said, lowering his gun.

"What do you want with me?" Ariadne took a tentative step forward as she said this, not sure whether to trust this peculiar stranger.

"You're the girl from the missing poster, right?"

"What?" Ariadne was beginning to think that he was crazy.

"Yeah, you are," he said pulling a crumpled paper out of his pocket and handing it to her.

Sure enough, there was Ariadne's face on the paper. She recognized the photo. It was the one on her driver's license.

"Where did you get this?" she asked, clearly in shock.

The man gave her a toothy grin, revealing a set of yellow teeth. "They've been all over town for the past week. Now," he said, grabbing her none too roughly, "I'm gonna turn you in. If you look at that flyer again, you'll see that there's a $200 reward out for anyone who finds you. I could use some money."

He began dragging her down the alley, when Ariadne realized an easy way out of her predicament.

"Will you let me go if I give you twice as much as the reward offers?"

"Well… you'll have to show me the money first because I don't believe you."

Ariadne pulled out four hundred-dollar bills from a nearly invisible pocket on her shirt. She had a bad habit of bringing too much money with her wherever she went. The man gave her a joyful grin and let her go, walking down the alley.

She returned to her apartment about a half-hour after her "incident", wanting to be as quick as possible to avoid anyone else recognizing her.

She settled the pizza boxes in one hand and began to slowly open the door, wondering whether Fischer had already awakened.

She was wrong.

Ariadne walked into an amusing scene. Eames sat on his chair with his head lolling back and a very noticeable trail of drool creating a stain on his shoulder. She held back a loud giggle and took out her phone to take a picture. Once she had taken a picture, she began searching for Arthur, only to walk right into him as she turned the corner to her room.

"Oh, hey. You're back," he said, holding her shoulders to steady her.

"Yeah, the food is in the kitchen. But before we go there, look at what some homeless guy gave me," she said as handed him the paper.

"So? What's so special about a paper you got from a homeless man?" Arthur questioned raising a quizzical eyebrow.

Ariadne rolled her eyes, flipping the paper over in his hands.

"You're missing?" Arthur finally questioned after some time of staring blankly at the paper.

Ariadne then proceeded to recite the events that occurred when meeting the homeless man.

"Actually, it's not that big of a problem," Arthur stated, lifting one hand slowly to rub his chin. "You can just say that you went on a short vacation without telling anybody, and now you're back. Problem solved."

Ariadne stared up at him, starting to feel completely foolish for her earlier worries. She suddenly remembered the picture she had taken with her phone earlier, and all her other thoughts vanished temporarily.

"Oh, check out this picture I just took of Eames," Ariadne said as she handed her phone to Arthur.

To her utter surprise, Arthur let out a loud laugh, almost equivalent to a roar because of its volume.

Ariadne playfully smacked him on the arm.

"Thanks for that, Arthur, you've probably woken him up. Now he's gonna ask what you were laughing about."

Sure enough, as soon as the words had left Ariadne's mouth, Eames came walking around the corner sluggishly, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Wow! I haven't heard Arthur laugh like that since… well, never. Tell me the reason for this sudden burst of emotion from our resident stick in the mud," he said as he came closer to them.

"Nothing really important… Ariadne's just being her usual, adorable self," Arthur told him, smirking slightly and wrapping an arm around a profusely blushing Ariadne.

"Oh really? Well I think—" Eames's sentence was abruptly cut off by a loud bang coming from the bedroom.

Arthur had already dashed off towards her bedroom before Ariadne could even realize where the bang had come from. She ran after him then, hoping that Robert hadn't escaped. She was growing very tired of this mysterious web they were all in and was longing for some answers.

She arrived to a room empty of Robert Fischer. Arthur stood by the window, his hands on the outer ledge.

"Did he escape?" she asked, edging closer to Arthur.

"Yeah, if you wanna call it escaping…" Arthur replied, finally turning to face her, a grim expression on his face.

"Huh?" Ariadne was honestly lost now.

"Come see for yourself," Arthur told her, beckoning towards the open window.

Ariadne then realized that she hadn't left the window open. In fact, she had never opened it in all her years of staying in the tiny apartment. She knew what she would see before she saw it.

Robert Fischer lay on the floor of the alley next to Ariadne's bedroom. His arms and legs were bended into unnatural positions and there was a pool of blood around his head. Ariadne suddenly felt like she was in one of those action movies where bad things keep happening.

"He was just jumping out of the window when I came in. It was too late to stop him," Arthur said.

He was suddenly behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist in a comforting gesture.

Eames came in then, taking a place next Ariadne and looking out the window as well. He was silent as he took in the scene below. His expression remained blank.

"Will we have to leave again?" Ariadne whispered.

She was fearful that the police would eventually find the body of this famous man and find finger prints or some other sort of evidence that would have them locked up for life. Or worse…

"No, I don't think so," Arthur told her, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"We could always tell the police the truth," Eames cut in, turning his back to the window. "We came to the apartment, saw a man, knocked him out, and then tied him up. But I think we should say that when we came he was already out of the window."

"Good idea, Eames. This could just be considered self-defense," Arthur voiced.

Ariadne remained quiet. She was exhausted and just wanted a good night's rest. She had a feeling that tomorrow was going to be a long day. Robert's death was extremely unexpected, to say the least. Only now did Ariadne begin to realize just how anxious she really was for answers.

"Ari?"

Arthur's voice suddenly knocked her out of her thoughts. His tone indicated that this wasn't the first time he had called her name.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention."

"What were you thinking about?" Arthur asked, taking her by the hand and exiting the bedroom with her in tow.

"Nothing important, really. I just wanted to get a good night's rest. I have this strange feeling that tomorrow is going to be a long day."

Arthur nodded as all three of them took in seat in her living room. She hadn't noticed when Eames had gotten his hands on the pizza box, but as she and Arthur settled into the couch, she noticed Eames sitting in another chair with said box on his lap.

"You know, it would be nice if you actually shared the pizza, Eames," Ariadne stated with a smirk, snuggling into Arthur's side.

He pulled her closer as Eames passed the box towards them. Arthur took a slice, offering Ariadne a bite before taking a bite himself.

"You two are actually so cute, it's disgusting," Eames said, eyeing them from his seat.

"Did you know jealousy is one of the seven deadly sins, Eames?" Ariadne smiled at him before taking another bite of the slice she and Arthur shared.