A/N: Two chapters in one day? I am on a roll! Haha enjoy!


When Zoe's eyes opened, she was sitting on a bench in the park. Which park, she didn't know, but it was definitely familiar to her. She looked around for Ariadne and Arthur, but they were nowhere to be seen. Zoe smirked. She checked her hair and felt her face.

"So I still look like me…" she muttered to herself. Zoe walked around over to a small pond where she bent over and looked at her reflection.

"I think I'll go for blond this time," she said to herself with a devilish smile.


Ariadne and Arthur sat in a small, crowded café. Neither of them had said anything since they entered the dream. Finally, Ariadne spoke up.

"So what do we do?" she asked.

"About what?" Arthur sighed. But he knew fully what Ariadne was talking about.

"Don't play dumb. You know what I'm talking about," she said sternly.

"Ok, then let's talk about Zoe," he responded, still pretending not to know.

"We can talk about Zoe later, I was talking about us, Arthur," Ariadne growled.

"Ok. What about us?" Arthur asked, hiding a smile behind his coffee mug.

"Arthur!" Ariadne scolded, lightly punching him in the arm. They laughed for a moment, but then it was silent again.

"More coffee, sir?" a blond waitress asked, striding up to their booth.

"Yeah, sure. Thanks," Arthur muttered with a smile.

"On a date?" she prodded with a slight smile. Arthur and Ariadne blushed like mad.

"Oh, no! We're not. We're not… together," Arthur stuttered.

"Yet! We're not together, yet," Ariadne smiled, grabbing Arthur's hand.

"Oh, so this is a test run, is it?" the waitress questioned. Ariadne smiled at her.

"Well let me know how it goes, yeah?" she said with a wink as she sauntered off back to the kitchen.

"Well that was genuinely awkward…" Ariadne giggled.

"Ariadne, I think I might love you," Arthur blurted quickly. Upon realizing what he had just said, he quickly picked up his mug and took a large sip.

"We should just, um… Let's go…?" Arthur asked.

"Yeah, we should just go…" Ariadne muttered, looking down at her lap to hide the large smile that was slowly spreading across her face. Arthur called for the waitress and asked for the check quickly.

"We're still paying?" Ariadne asked, chuckling.

"Well we don't want the projections to suspect anything now, do we?" Arthur asked with a smirk. The waitress returned with the check and stood by their booth. Ariadne stared at her strangely as Arthur paid for their drinks.

"Miss…" Ariadne began.

"So, you think you might love her, do you, Arthur?" the waitress asked, grinning.

"Sorry, what?" he asked, almost choking.

"Ah, so you do," she said, her grin becoming Cheshire cat huge.

"What the hell?" Arthur asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Good day, Arthur. Ariadne," the waitress said, curtsying to the both of them as she promptly grabbed the knife on the table and stabbed herself, disappearing.


Zoe gasped as she was thrown back into reality. She pulled the needle from her arm and stood up. Eames ran to her.

"What the hell, Zoe!" he shouted.

"Sh! They're about to wake up," Zoe whispered, smacking Eames. Almost on cue, Arthur and Ariadne shot up from their places. Arthur ripped the needle from his arm and jumped towards Zoe.

"Zoe what the hell did you do? And more importantly, how!" Arthur screamed.

"Ok ok, fine, you caught me. You know that time when I extracted information about your job when I was like, 6? Yeah, I still remember all of it. I've been training myself to lucidly dream since then. Um… Oh. I hacked your computer and I have all of your files. What else… Right. I learned how to forge in the process too. Mom and dad aren't actually away for a meeting. They've been retired for 3 years now and I've been in boarding school. I was the one who called you and you were obviously too beat out to realize that it was your 13 year old sister pretending to be your mother. Questions?" Zoe explained, crossing her arms.

"I think your sister might be a genius, Arthur," Ariadne chuckled.

"This is no laughing matter!" Arthur snapped. Ariadne stopped laughing.

"So if you're not here because your parents are away, why are you here?" Eames asked.

"I extracted information from all the girls at school. I got bored," Zoe admitted with a shrug.

"Wha- How is that even possible?" Arthur asked.

"Oh please, I know where you hide your spare suitcase, Arthur," Zoe scoffed.

"You stole my suitcase?" Arthur questioned.

"Think of it as borrowing for 3 years," Zoe said smirking. Eames burst into laughter.

"Wow, this is rich. We were all fooled! By a 13 year old!" Eames guffawed. Ariadne sat on her bed, biting her lip to stop her from smiling.

"I think we may have found ourselves a new extractor," Ariadne finally said.

"No way! Seriously!" Zoe squealed, clasping her hands over her mouth.

"No!" Arthur protested.

"Arthur, who else are we going to get? Zoe's the best chance we have. She extracted information from us. She's a wonderful extractor," Ariadne pleaded.

"She's a wonderful forging extractor!" Eames added, "By the way, how'd you manage to figure out forging?"

"Well I figured, if when I dream, I'm sometimes I don't look like me, then it should be easy shouldn't it? I mean, if you imagine in a dream that you aren't you, then you shouldn't be you," Zoe explained.

"How are you two even related?" Eames chirped with a loud laugh.

"She is not going to be our extractor!" Arthur yelled. Eames looked at him with a pout.

"No!" Arthur insisted.

"Please Arthur? Can't I please be your extractor?" Zoe asked, tugging at his arm. Arthur sighed, as he looked to Ariadne for guidance who simply smiled and shrugged.

"Well you're already an extractor, so why not just join us…" Arthur sighed. The other 3 cheered as Arthur smacked his hand to his face.