A/N: It seems that my story began to live it's own life and I have only the tiniest control on what is going on… Nevertheless, hope you'll enjoy this chapter and please, don't forget about reviewing! I have a virtual chocolate for those, who'll review;)

„Fuck!", yelled Eames. No matter how many times he tried call Cobb, he always got the same result: nothing. It seemed that either Cobb had changed his phone number or he didn't want to answer Eames's calling.

In fact Eames wasn't even sure why exactly he decided that it's so important to tell Cobb about everything. Of course Dom had dealt with similar situation before but, to be honest, he had definitely lost that time. It didn't matter though: Ariadne needed someone else, he needed someone himself and Cobb was the only choice.

The only problem was that it seemed Cobb didn't need them.

"Did you… Did you call Dom?", in Ariadne's voice Eames clearly heard both hope and reluctance.

"I've tried, but it seems he had changed his phone number. In fact that's why I'm here: we need to ask Miles and I can't do that."

"Ask professor Miles?", Ariadne turned rapidly and faced Eames."Eames, is that has any sense? I mean calling Dom.. How can it helps Arthur?"

" Who else can we ask? Besides, he's Arthur friend! He has rights…", Eames stopped seeing Ariadne's look.

"Friend?", she yelled "He left him! He don't dare even to call him! And you, you left him!"

"I?", Eames was completely shocked.

"Yes, you!"

"Oh, so meeting with you almost every day, hanging on the phone all the bloody evening mean nothing to you?", he shouted back in anger.

Ariadne's eyes was bright with tears. "You always want to meet with me somewhere in the city! Even when you're close to our house you never coming in!"

Suddenly Eames started to feel terribly exhausted. "It's because I can't see him like that.", he admitted

"Oh.", it was everything Ariadne could say at that moment. She reached and grabbed Eames hand, he could see tears going down on her cheeks. He embraced her gently.

"I would never left you, not you my dear", he whispered into her ear and released her. Ariadne gave him a tiny smile.

"I'll go to professor Miles today", she said.

It was not until later, when she realized that Eames was talking not about her and Arthur, but only about her.

Everything was so distracting. Every little thing, the smallest part and tiniest detail captured his eyes and filled him with unbearable urge to check. Check if this flower is as it should be, if the structure of this material feels properly in his hand, if ice still melts… Check if everything around you is real.

Arthur knew he should stop it and try just to live, but he couldn't help it. Even the awareness that his strange behavior was actually made Ariadne cry couldn't change anything. The only moment when he could stop checking was with Ariadne exactly by his side. When he could touch her, he was almost sure that everything she kept telling him was true. That everything around him is real.

But losing the sight of her, not being able to touch her was enough for him to started call reality into question again. He hated when Ariadne came to work. He always wanted to ask her if he can go with her, like a small child. He hated this part of his personality. But what he hated worst was that he was still too weak even to go for shopping.

All he could do was sitting in home and asking himself.

Over and over again.

Dream or reality?

Reality or dream?

Professor Miles was sitting in his classroom. As always; no matter how many times Ariadne was looking for him, she could never find him in his office, only here, with dark board behind him and lines of chairs in front of him.

"Hello.", she said shyly. After graduating two years ago she had visited him only once and now she felt a little uneasy.

"Ariadne!", Miles stood up quickly and came toward her. Ariadne noticed that he was still as vital as when she was a student.

"My brightest student ever. It's good to see you.", he said with broad grin, making Ariadne smile despite herself.

"It's good to see you, professor Miles, too.", she replied honestly.

"I'm taking you to a café.", Miles said decisively. Ariadne hesitated for a second.

"Ok, but I'm baying.", she answered trying to push all her thoughts away.

It wouldn't hurt Arthur, would it?