A/N: So here it is- next chapter. I know that it's focusing most on Ariadne, but I just couldn't help it. It was screaming for writing it down. Hope you'll like it.

Definitely there was something missing in Ariadne's eyes. Of course they were still huge brown and beautiful, but there weren't any sparkles of happiness. Not longer. Eames sighted and shifted his position.

"Ariadne. Did he say something?"

Ariadne didn't answer for a while. Finally she shook her head.

"He is still unconscious. Eames… Thank you. Thank you for helping me, I'd never be able to find him without you." With slight hint of panic Eames saw that Ariadne's eyes are filled with tears.

"Darling, I had no idea that you are so selfish."

"Selfish?"

"Love, you thanked me for helping you. Arthur's my friend, do you really think I could leave him?" he delicately squeezed her hand and gave her small smile. "Everything will be alright, you'll see."

Ariadne answered with question.

"How did you know where to look for him?"

"It's a long story."

"Tell me, please. I can't sleep and the nurse said that I can't stay with him all night and… Just tell me."

Eames couldn't refuse this painfully beautiful eyes.

"It was a couple years ago, three I think. Simple Extraction, nothing hard: typical job. They took what his employer want, get payment. Everything as always. The hard part was then. Christopher Cowell, the man they man they extracted information from, had daughter. She was seriously ill and needed really expensive medicines. After his company broke he had no longer money for her treatment. His wife decided to leave him for another, wealthier man to save her daughter. And Cowell… well, he lost everything because of this Extraction. As far as I know he was spending all money for his revenge."

"But.." Ariadne was utterly shocked, that was obvious. "How do you know all of that?"

"Arthur told me. Listen, darling, I know it's not a pretty thing to hear, but you can't leave him now."

"But why is Arthur he was looking for? It was Dom, who extract information from him, not Arthur!"

Eames felt that wave of uneasiness splashed over him.

"Because he and Arthur were school friends."

Arthur opened his eyes. He was laying on comfortable bed under white comforter with all his wounds bandaged.

I'm still dreaming.

With that thought he fell asleep.

Ariadne gently touch Arthur's cheek. He was still asleep, but she was aware that it the best for him now. A dreamless sleep.

"Did you find it?" she asked hearing Eames's steps.

"No" the answer was short and Ariadne felt her heart sunk. She turned to Eames abruptly.

"Eames! Without totem… He'll be lost."

"I know sweetheart, but there is no dies in his apartment. Not loaded, nor normal ones."

Eames slowly put his hand on Ariadne's shoulder.

"We will trough this, ok? I promise."

It's nice, Arthur thought. This dream almost couldn't be better. Everything was distant again, but this time there was nothing he had to cared about. All he knew and all he had to know was:

I'm dreaming.

Doctor's eyes were serious.

"Miss Ariadne, can we talk?"

Ariadne sighted. She was perfectly aware that she need to talk with doctor. The only problem was that she knew something more than him: if Arthur lost his grip on reality there is no help for him.

"Miss Ariadne, can I ask you what is your exact relationship with Arthur Callahan?"

"Oh." Ariadne started to feel even more lost. "Oh, we're just together. Nothing official, you know."

"Miss, Ariadne, I'm asking about this, because Arthur's state is not the best one. His wounds are healing rather quickly, but his mental state… He seems to believe that he's dreaming. Most of the time he's calm but there were some… situations."

"Can I just take him home? Please."

He looked better. There was not blood smeared on his face and he wasn't so pale anymore. Even though Ariadne felt tears in her eyes. He was too motionless, too relaxed. Her Arthurwas always prepared, ready to act. This… this was just a shade of him.

Ariadne slowly approached bed.

"Arthur…"

He gave her smile that broke her heart.

"Ariadne. It's so good to see you. Now it's perfect."

"What's perfect?"

"Dream. My dream."