Robert had never felt so sick in his entire life as soon as Browning had left him alone in his office. He sat back in his leather chair, swivelling around as he did so to look out of the floor length window and onto the views of LA. He didn't know what to believe. Yes, his mind had been trained to resist attacks. An extractor had taught him years ago.

Browning couldn't wait to deliver the news to Robert. He'd researched and finally managed to find out about Inception, his mind being unable to comprehend the nature of it to begin with. He'd been told that it was a lengthy process, almost impossible. But, he'd then been told that it was possible. He had also done his research of when it could have happened to Robert. He didn't have all the knowledge about it. He just told his godson that he thought it was what had happened to him. Robert had laughed him off at first, telling him not to be so stupid. And then he had told him about Jenny's sister. He knew that she had one and he knew that she had committed suicide.

"Ask her for the truth," Browning declared to Robert. "Ask her why she committed suicide."

Robert had told Browning to leave, not daring to hear anymore from the man's mouth as his mind remained in a tizzy. He didn't need for it to continue to be confused by the man. No, he was going to ask Jenny. He trusted Jenny. She wouldn't lie to him. Browning had to be lying. It only made sense.

...

"I ordered Thai food for dinner," Jenny informed Robert as she unpacked the brown paper bag and opened up the tubs, seeing what was what as Robert removed his jacket and placed it onto the small kitchen table, watching as his fiancée danced around the kitchen. "I know that it's your favourite and I paid for once seeing as how you weren't here. And don't worry, it isn't rubbish Thai food."

"Smells good," Robert smiled lightly, walking over to her and helping her to unpack the tubs as she beamed back at him and he chuckled once in disbelief. How could he ever doubt her? "I had my Uncle Peter in the office today."

"Oh?" Jenny wondered, walking to the fridge and pulling the orange juice carton out whilst Robert continued to pour food onto plates. "What did he want?"

"It's going to sound crazy when I tell you," Robert admitted to her and she took a deep breath, knowing that it was the time to tell him. She had hoped that she could do it after dinner, giving herself one moment of normality with him as they drank and discussed things of no interest. Robert turned to look at Jenny who hadn't responded to his comment and he saw how her eyes glittered with wetness and she stood on the spot, holding her orange juice carton and biting down on her bottom lip.

"Jenny?" Robert whispered her name and she ran a hand down her cheek, shaking slightly as she did so.

"I didn't want you to find out like this," she whispered softly to him and he placed down the plate he had been holding, folding his arms as he did so and looking at her with worry. "I wanted to wait...and tell you properly..."

"Is it true?" Robert asked, his voice one of hurt as Jenny placed the carton back into the fridge, her hands shaking as she did so.

"Sit down, Robert," she pleaded with him and he shook his head, unable to move even if he wanted to. He needed the truth. That was all that he needed from her.

"No. Tell me what happened," he demanded and she gulped once, trying to ignore the lump which was forming in her throat as she did so.

"I think that you should sit down, Robert," she informed him and he shook his head, slamming a fist down against the worktop, tiring with her delaying the conversation. Jenny recoiled at the noise, seeming to shrink smaller against the fridge as she did so and she sobbed once.

"Just tell me!" Robert bellowed and Jenny nodded.

"It was on the flight to LA," she whispered. "They...they planted this idea into your head...the idea that it would be best for you to split up your father's company..."

"No," Robert replied, his hands tugging through his hair as he did so, shaking his head from side to side, wondering what had happened inside of his mind whilst Jenny watched him, still feeling the tears spilling into her eyes. "My father...he wanted me to do this...he wanted me to be my own man..."

"They planted that idea into your head, Robert," Jennifer mumbled. "They gave you that idea so that you would split the company up. Your empire was expanding too fast...someone paid for a team to make you split it up."

"Who?" Robert wondered. "Who would have done that to me?"

"I don't know," Jennifer lied to him. She was doing it now. Even when he knew the truth she couldn't stop lying to him. She didn't particularly feel like bringing Saito into this mess. It wouldn't affect him anyway. "I just know that is what happened, Robert."

"It doesn't feel like that," Robert whispered, the rage slowly dying down in his voice as he dropped his head into his hands. "My mind feels clear...I don't understand..."

"You're not supposed to feel anything," Jennifer whispered slowly. Robert quickly looked back up at her, his blue eyes wide with wonder as he did so.

"And you knew?" he checked with her. "You knew that I'd been living a lie and you let me carry on with it? You let me whittle millions away?"

"You wanted to!" Jenny snapped back at him. "You thought that it was what your father had wanted. You thought it would make him happy...I thought it was for the best...you and him have been arguing for years. It gave you happiness."

"Happiness?" Robert spat the word out, his mouth feeling toxic after he had said it. "And now I know that it's all a lie. I know now that when my father said disappointed to me, he really did mean it."

"No," Jennifer quickly denied. "He didn't."

"Yes, he did!" Robert yelled back at her, his voice causing her to shake even further as he continued to watch her. "And you...you've been by me...watched me...knowing that it is all a lie, how could you, Jenny?"

"I...it's complicated, Robert," she whispered softly. "I saw you happy...I saw that you were becoming your own man and not being afraid to live under Maurice's shadow. I didn't know how to tell you."

"So you lied to me?" Robert checked and she remained unable to move at hearing that word. She'd turned into a liar. And what for? Nothing.

"I never wanted to hurt you," Jennifer whispered. "Trust me, Robert."

"Trust you?" Robert spat. "Do you think that I can trust you again?"

"You can," she whined, moving over to him, placing her hand on his arm. He shook her off quickly, glaring back down at her as she placed a hand over her mouth to hide the noises coming from her. "I didn't want to hurt you...please..I wanted to tell you...I did...I didn't know how to do it...please...Robert..."

"And your sister?" Robert asked suddenly and Jenny turned quiet, her eyes widening as he looked back at her. "What happened to her?"

"She committed suicide."

"I know," Robert snapped. "But why? Browning told me to ask you."

"She got lost," Jennifer whispered. "She got lost to her dreams...there's a way...to force yourself into a dream...Amanda did it...she stopped understanding what was real and what wasn't."

Robert remained quiet as he listened to her tell him that and she ran a hand up and down her arm.

"I couldn't tell you, Robert," she whispered. "My family don't speak about it...it's...we just don't...no one would understand."

"But that's another secret you kept from me," Robert replied harshly and Jenny flinched, shaking her head as she did so. "How can I trust you, Jenny? How can I trust anything which you say?"

"You can!" she pleaded with him. "Please...I love you, Robert."

"You have a funny way of showing it," Robert chuckled darkly, moving over to the fridge and pulling out a bottle of wine whilst Jenny watched him and he pulled a glass out. "Is there anything else which you've been lying to me about?"

"No!" she bellowed and he arched a brow.

"Really? Because no would be the time to tell me that you've only been after me for my money," he informed her and Jennifer felt her heat beat stop suddenly. Her entire body became numb as he looked at her intently and her face turned to anger.

"How could you?"

"I don't know, Jenny," he shrugged wildly. "Maybe it could be to do with the constant lie you've been feeding me? It wouldn't shock me."

"You know that your money never interested me," Jenny snapped at him. "I love you regardless of anything. If you really think that then maybe we should call the engagement off?"

"Maybe we should," Robert replied as Jenny nodded once at him, not backing down. "It might be for the best."

"Fine," Jenny yelled, removing the ring from her finger and throwing it back at Robert. "I'm sorry for lying to you, Robert...but...I did it to protect you...I did it for you..."

"I don't need protecting," Robert spat back, downing some wine whilst Jenny pushed past him.

"Goodbye, Robert."

...

She didn't know where else to go. She was alone in a big city and he had given her the room of his hotel if she needed someone to talk to. He'd taken away her equipment and had told her to talk to Robert. She'd said it would go horribly and she had been right. So, he said that she could come to him if she needed somewhere to stay. That was how she found herself knocking on room twenty, standing in the simple plum coloured dress which she had worn the other day. Her purse contained a few hundred dollars and her passport and that was it. She had nothing.

He opened the door wearing his purple shirt which had a few buttons undone and was tucked into his trousers. He looked down at her with his gray eyes as she looked up to him.

"He...he called it off," Jenny began to cry and he sighed once, holding the door open for her as she moved into his room. "I told him and he hates me, Eames."

"Hey," Eames whispered, closing the door and wrapping his arms around her as she sobbed against his chest, allowing her own arms to move around his waist. "It'll be all right, darling."

"It won't," Jenny denied. "It really won't."