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planman: hello?

artist2: hi stranger.

planman: ariadne?

artist2: hi

planman: where the hell have you been?

artist2: what?

planman: what the fuck ariadne? i haven't talked to you in weeks!

artist2: oh, hi ariadne, how are you?

planman: oh, i'm sorry, hi ariadne, how are you, i'm fine, apart from the fact that i've been worried sick!

artist2: jesus, sorry!

planman: seriously, what the hell have you been doing?

artist2: nothing!

planman: oh, nothing?

artist2: for god's sakes! leave me alone!

planman: no! in fact, i'm not ever going to leave you alone! you can't be trusted on your own!

artist2: what's that supposed to mean?

planman: i know you've been talking to robert fischer.

artist2: yeah, so?

planman: so? don't you have any common sense?

artist2:excuse me?

planman: 1. we performed inception on him ariadne! 2. i'm not really comfortable with the idea of you talking to other guys online!

artist2: oh, i wasn't aware of the fact that you owned me.

planman: you know, i was acually hoping to apologise to you for the last talk we had, but know i don't particularly want to.

artist2: oh poor me.

planman: this isn't working out ariadne.

artist2: well duh.

planman: it's over.

artist2: makes my life easier!

artist2 has signed out.

jamesbond has signed in.

jamesbond: arthur?

planman: not now eames.

jamesbond: no, now. I really need your help.

planman: fine. what is it?

jamesbond: it's...hard to explain.

planman: eames, either you want my help or you don't.

jamesbond: fine. promise not to freak out on me?

planman: well...that depends.

jamesbond: basically...cobal came to me and asked me to get cobb's address so they could get to him, and they said they wouldn't leave me alone if i didn't.

planman:...jesus eames. PLEASE tell me that you didn't give it them!

jamesbond: no, i wouldn't do that.

planman: how did they know about you in the first place?

jamesbond:well...i kind of used to...work for them.

planman:...what?

jamesbond: yeah, before i really..got into the buisness, i was hired by cobal to do some odd jobs. but then i became one of the most well-known forgers and then i ditched them.

planman: how did i not know this?

jamesbond: you can hide things from a point man.

planman:..well, what are you going to do?

jamesbond: that's what i need you for.

planman: go on...

jamesbond: well...i need to hide from them now...so i need someplace to stay...

planman: no.

jamesbond: pleeeeaaaaasssseeee?

planman: i cannot think of enough reasons to say no.

jamesbond: please arthur. please.

planman:...fine.

jamesbond: thank you.

planman: it's fine...i guess.

jamesbond: so..where are you right now?

planman: LA. The Marriotte Hotel.

jamesbond: you don't have a house or anything?

planman: eames, i'm just like you. always on the run.

jamesbond: well, i'll see you soon then.

planman: bye mr eames.

planman has signed out.

cobalindustry has signed in.

cobalindustry: did you get it yet?

jamesbond: yes. i've got his fucking address.

cobalindustry: excellent.

jamesbond: he's in LA, in the Marriotte Hotel.

cobalindustry: well done mr eames.

jamesbond: what are you gonna do to him?

cobalindustry: nothing you need to worry about.