I stayed silent on the way to the hospital, Arthur clutching the hand the entire time as we drove through the deserted streets of London. I tried tow rap my head around what just happened. Adam, dead. Those two words couldn't fit in that sentence at all, it just couldn't. I needed to wake up, I needed to snap back to reality. But Arthur was holding my hand, I felt the breeze from the wind coming from the window, and the sound of the cars going by us: this was real.

I needed Adam, I needed him around to help me out and teach me all that he knew. He was someone I went to, someone I could depend on. Now he was gone, now he was out of my life. Adam was the father I never had, he brought me into this world of Extraction, he taught me the rules and how to play. Where was I going to go now?

Cobb was talking to the doctor when we arrived. I was still silent and out of my head when we approached him, Arthur's hand holding mine was my sense of reality. As the doctor explained to us how he past, I had flashbacks going on in my head. When I first met Adam when I was younger, seeing him smile at me before he started explaining the whole world of Extraction. Another memory was when I had my first dream-like state with Adam. Yeah, those were happy times.

Adam died from a heart-attack, something that was common for his age. Of course, he was in top health when it happened, so it must of been from a sudden act or a act of surprise. The doctor told us to talk to the police right after, saying that Adam left something behind for me.

I leaned against the wall, looking forward and not saying anything at all. I was still numb all over, trying to register what just happened. I couldn't hear anything, nor did I want to move from my spot. The feeling of being in a fog, being alone from the rest of the world, and having so much pain in my chest, it all flooded to me and I took in a deep breath.

I heard footsteps coming towards me, but I kept my head down and stay silent. The footsteps were getting closer and closer, the echo from the hall was ringing in my ears as I felt a hand on my elbow. I didn't even bother to look up to know it was Arthur. His fingers gently molded against my elbow, letting me know he was there. I couldn't do it anymore, I couldn't just stay silent or stay still.

"Come here." Arthur whispered to me, pulling me gently towards him. I was in his arms in a heartbeat, clutching him as I cried into his chest. He held me close, one arm around me and his other hand cradling my head. I sobbed, letting out all of my anger, rage and depression into Arthur's shirt. He kept holding me, rocking me softly as I cried.

I lost my parents, the only people would of been able to raise me right if they had the chance. I would of had a decent life if they were around. I lost my average life, going to school and having a average life for a young woman. I could of married, had a few kids and made a living. But now, now I lost my mentor.

"I'm so sorry, Georgie. I'm so sorry." Arthur whispered in my ear, still rocking me slightly as I cried some more, trying to get it all out of my system. I clutched Arthur as if he was going to disappear. I couldn't loose him, not now and not ever. This world was crashing down all around me, making me fall.

I felt like I was falling, forever falling.


I woke up, seeing a small shed of light in front of me as I blinked a few time. I was on a bed, king size, with a warm blanket on top of me. I looked down to see I was in a shirt that wasn't mine, a bit bigger. Moving my arms I peeked under the covers, noticing I was in boxers as well. I looked back up and moved the hair away from my eyes. I felt a arm around my middle, a strong but gentle arm. I then knew where I was: Arthur's apartment.

I've been in his place once or twice, only to help him with a job assignment or to escape the tauntings of Eames. There were books everywhere, a couch and loveseat by the bed, along with a small tv and a desk in the corner near the window. Papers were all over the desk, showing how messy he was.

I sat up quietly in the bed, gently moving Arthur's arm in the process so I wouldn't wake him up. Sitting up in his bed, I looked around, trying to figure out the recent events and how I came here. Arthur probably brought me here, I changed out of my clothes and I fell asleep in his bed. But I still felt empty from Adam's death, it was haunting me like a ghost.

The bed moved near me as I took a deep breath, trying to get some more air back into my system. Arthur sat up, fully awake as we sat up together and stared at the wall in front of us about 30 feet away. Neither one of said a single word, just sitting there in silence.

"What time did we come back here?" I asked aloud, breaking the silence. My tone of voice was monotone, showing no sing of life as I spoke.

"Around 2 in the morning. I had you change into something else so you can sleep." Arthur explained back to me, his tone was monotone as well. I looked down at the big shirt I was wearing, the boxers as well.

"Better than my jeans and tanktop I guess." I replied in a mumble, seeing Arthur look over at me and I sighed. It was hard to see things in a bright light, since everything looked so dark.

"I don't think I can ever go back to that flat, he'll be there. I'll see him everywhere." I said aloud, thinking about the flat and how everything little thing in there, from the couch to the meaningless papers all over the floor, Adam will be there.

"You can stay here as long as you want, you know that." Arthur reminded me as I looked over at him, "I just wish I could take the pain away, it kills me seeing you like this."

"I can handle it, it's what makes a person stronger. With pain comes strength, Adam taught me that." I said aloud to him, seeing how serious he was and how silent he became. It was true, the pain I was feeling was going to make me stronger in the long run, and I had to learn how to move on in a fast rate. I smiled at him slightly, seeing him reach out his hand for me to take. I took it without question, the both of us sitting on his bed while the morning crept over us. I could tell this was going to be a struggle, but I knew I was going to get through this.


According to the will Adam left behind, I was left with the entire flat, and a good portion of his money. Apparently he had no living relatives, and he wasn't close to a lot of people to begin with, only me. I never thought of how he was alone for a long while, he seemed so nice and so adjusted. But to get his flat and almost all of his money, which is a lot mind you, was a bit surreal.

I stood in his flat, well it was mine technically, and looking around to see what I should do with it. It would be wrong to live in it, seeing his face all over the place and getting flashbacks of when he was alive. Plus it was too big me, or it seemed like it to me.

Arthur stood behind me as I looked from corner to corner, as we just got back from his funeral. I stood in my heels and black dress, feeling as though my life was just starting all over again since the lost of my mentor. I was on my own now, I had nothing else to learn.

"What do you wanna do?" I heard Arthur ask me as I looked around one more time. I then decided what I had to do in order to move on and be strong again.

"This can be headquarters, you guys need a bigger space than the one we already have." I said aloud, hearing Arthur walking over to me from behind. I looked over at him, seeing him in his tux looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Are you sure?" He asked me. I smiled and looked back at the flat.

"Adam would want us to use this place for what we do." I explained to him, feeling him take my hand and his lips against my hair. I knew he understood what I was talking about, and bless Arthur for that. I then pulled away from his grasp a bit.

"I need to go shopping." I said aloud, turning around and walking towards the door. Arthur walked over with me, and I could tell be was confused about the situation.

"What are you buying?" he asked me with a raised eyebrow. I smiled, a crooked smile as I looked up at him.

"A motorcycle."


I paced back and forth in the hotel room Cobb wanted us to be in, while the rest of them were out in our second level dream. I had to stay behind, since this was my dream. We confronted our mark, telling him about our plan to help him protect his mind, and then they jumped into his dream again just to rob him blind.

I unbuttoned one of the buttons on my leather jacket, trying to breathe in and out as I held the gun in my hand. They had at least three more minutes until they were done and we all jumped back to reality, the longest three minutes of my life. I was going to wake them from here and then we were going to go to another location to get the kick, which Eames was in charge of. No Forgers were needed for this job, so we got the kicking jobs.

Cobb and Arthur's body were in the bathroom, sitting in chairs at were against the already filled up bath water, the briefcase was on the countertop in front of them. I cocked my gun when I heard something outside, walking over to the door and opening it slowly, turning the corner I peered down the hotel hallway, seeing nothing at first. I was about to go back inside when I heard it again, the wood on the floor beneath the carpet was creaking. Down the hallway near the elevator, a projection was there, and he was waiting for me. I had the room key in my pocket, and knowing Cobb and Arthur's body would be safe I closed the door silently behind me and crouched down low behind the small wall.

The projection started shooting, making me stay back a bit as I aimed the gun around the corner and started to fire. I took about three shots for the projection to fall, but another one came running around the corner. And as soon as I was going to fire, I felt gravity shifting and I slid across the hallway and against the wall in open range. My gun slipped out of my hands, as did the gun in the projection's hand. I shot up, running towards him and he threw a punch at me. I ducked, shoving him against the wall and punching him in the jaw a few times. When that didn't work I took a step back and kicked him, seeing him fall to the floor and go limp. I looked down at him, my breathing was heavy and my heartbeat was fast.

My watch went off and I ran back to the room, opening it with the key and locking it behind me. As soon as I did this, Edith Paif's voice flooded the room and into my ears. I looked up, knowing Eames got the timing right and I went for the bag next to Arthur's body. SHoveling through it I pulled out the headphones and the MP3 players, putting the headphones over his ears and pressing play. The same song was flooding his ear softly as I went over to the briefcase in the bathroom. I saw they had about a minute left and I stayed close by, hearing something going on up there again.

"Eames, what are you doing?" I asked aloud as I clutched the wall next to me. My watched went off again and I looked at the briefcase. The time was about to go out as I grabbed the counter top from behind. Leaning back I placed my foot on Cobb's chair and my other foot on Arthur's chair. As soon as I was ready, I pushing up with my arms and kicked the chairs back, seeing their bodies go into the filled tub.

Arthur was the first to wake up, getting up from the tub and throwing off the tube from his arm. Cobb was after him, taking in deep breaths as he got up slower than Arthur. They both got out of the tub and I reeled in the tubes into the case again. Arthur gave Cobb a cold stare, looking like he was about to be pissed.

"Don't start Arthur." Cobb said in a low tone as I walked over to Arthur.

"Come one, we have two minutes to be back at the station before we get the kick." I said to him, grabbing his hand. Cobb took the case and the three of us left the bathroom, I went over to get my helmet on the hotel bed.

We walked out of the room, down the hall and into the elevator, having my gun in the holster and the helmet in one hand. I looked over at Arthur, then at Cobb. I knew something was up in the second level.

"Arthur, what happened." I asked in a harsh whisper as we approached the BMW motorcycle I was riding. I handed him the spare helmet that was sitting on top of the cycle itself, seeing him look over at Cobb who was getting in a sports car behind us.

"Mal was there, and she almost got me killed. Cobb couldn't do it." Arthur replied, then throwing the helmet on. I gave him a shocked look, then looking back at Cobb who was starting the car. I then got on the cycle, seeing Arthur get on behind me and wrap his arms around me as I kick started the vehicle. The engine roared to life as I looked over back at the hotel, projections approaching us. I squeezed the handles on the bars as they started to take out their guns from their pockets.

"Damnit." I said aloud as I drove off and dodged a 18 wheeler next to me. Speeding through the main streets of the dream, I kept my head down and was cutting through the traffic with ease. I then heard engines behind me, coming up fast as I tapped Arthur's hand with my own. He needed to shoot for me, since I was concentrating on not getting us killed, or technically waking us up just yet.

"My gun." I said over the loud roar of the traffic and motorcycle. Arthur, using one of his hands, reached down my leg and threw out the gun, aiming it behind us and started shooting. He was shooting and I was driving, and it felt almost like a dance we were performing. The rain was battering at my helmet, my grip on the handles was slipping and I could hear the firing go off behind. Once or twice I saw a bullet fly by me, making me thankful Arthur was a better shooter than me. I saw a ramp coming up to take us to a lower level, but I wanted to go over it and go another one down to get to the hotel quicker. The jump would be about fifty feet, give or take.

"Arthur!" I screamed in my helmet, feeling Arthur tighten his hold on my waist as I sped up. We approached it, going up and speeding through mid air. But the funny thing was that I felt a pull in my chest as we approached the concrete. Before we touched the ground, I saw nothing but darkness.


I woke up in the office we were at, our Mark still out cold as I threw off the tube and shot up from my chair I was in. Arthur woke up a second later, doing the same thing as I felt adrenaline going through me in a fast pace. I never felt like that after a dream, how I was flying through the streets on a cycle, and how I handled two projections on my own. It made me feel dominant, strong and in control. I smiled, running my fingers through my hair as Arthur walked over to me. Eames did as well, a smirk was on his face.

"I take it you love the bike love?" He asked me in a smile. I smiled back, feeling more like a teenager again as Arthur smiled at me.

"Hell yea."