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Arthur struggled as the two men pulled him down the corridor. One of them only gripped his arm tighter, digging his fingers into the lean muscle. Arthur winced, feeling his skin bruise. He jerked with his left arm, and hit the nurse in the stomach.

The other gripped his arm. Hard. The two men shoved the teenager up against the wall. They were taller than Arthur, but stockier, giving the impression that they were slightly shorter. Arthur gritted his teeth, but his showed defiance.

"Listen, pretty boy," the other man said, menacingly, "do you see this?"

He pulled a can out of his pocket. Arthur's eyes widened slightly. It was mace.

"If you keep on behaving like a jackass," the man said, his tone increasingly threatening, "I will spray this into your face. Do you want that?"

Arthur swallowed, his throat constricting. He shook his head.

"That's the right answer," the nurse said, approvingly. "Let's put you in your room."

Arthur allowed himself to be led down the corridor. He was unceremoniously pushed into a small room, with a heavy door. As he tried to take in his surroundings, he heard the door shut, and the key turn.

Robert walked down the corridor, Ariadne's hand still clasped in his. "Come on," he said, uncertainly. "I'm sure we can find the-"

He broke off. He could hear a voice.

"Its Dom!" Ariadne turned to Robert, her eyes wide. "He's with Arthur! Come on!"

Untangling her hand from Robert's, she ran down the shaking corridor. He stood stock still, watching her go. With a shrug of his shoulders, he turned and tried to make his way down the corridor, trying to avoid the falling lumps of rubble.

Arthur gazed around the room. A bed. A small table. A chair. Another door. He opened this, and saw it opened to a room with a shower and toilet.

And a window.

He looked again. The window was small, but, as he ruefully tugged at the waistband of his jeans, they hadn't exactly overfed him over the last few weeks. Taking a deep breath, he walked into the bathroom. Closing the seat of the toilet, he carefully got up and stood on it, and reached for the window lock.

To his astonishment, it opened. He took a deep breath. He could clear his shoulders through it, and the rest of him would follow.

As he put his hands on the ledge, ready to push himself up, a feeling of guilt began to surge through him. Ariadne. Cobb. Eames. He swallowed, feeling his arms begin to shake. If he left, he could get them some help. If he stayed-

The thought was enough for him to push himself up. He cursed as he lightly grazed his elbows on the window edges, but with a shove, pushed the fragile glass inset forward. It swung open, a beckoning promise to the outside world.

Arthur exhaled slowly, his heart pounding. He looked down, and suddenly felt queasy. It was a drop. Taking a deep breath, he began to let himself fall to the ground.

"Arthur! Dom!" Ariadne hurried down the corridor, eventually finding the room. "What are you-"

She broke off. Dom was shaking, looking at Arthur's limp body. He turned to her. "Go," he said, calmly. "There is nothing we can do-"

His words were broken off the roof collapsing.

Eames looked at Chris, pleadingly.

"Listen," he choked out, "I can-"

Suddenly his eyes were open. He turned his head, startled. Dom was lying on a bed next to him, his eyes flickering. Ariadne was jerking slightly, but her expression was not one of someone in deep sleep. Turning his head to the other side, he saw Robert.

"What, what-" his voice was shaky. He tried to sit up.

"Hold on son," a kindly voice said. Eames blinked. He looked up, into the face of Miles.

"What - what?"

"You've been under a while," the older man said gently. "What happened?"

"The roof-" Eames felt disorienated, and nauseous. "Where's Arthur?"

Miles' face took on a grim expression. "We'll find him."