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It had been a rough night for everyone, and sleep came willingly. Morgan was recovering well; Arthur had left an hour earlier to get blood from a nearby hospital. Ariadne and Morgan were covered up in the queen bed while Eames napped in the chair and Cobb stared out the window keeping watch. Tomorrow they would be traveling to a warehouse in Northern Russia, near Murmansk. Cobb worried for Ariadne, but he knew she was strong; she would adapt. Cobb looked at the girl with wavy brown hair. She really was just a girl, but at the same time she was the most wonderful woman he knew.

Arthur came back shortly before six with several pints of blood and breakfast for the group. He walked over to the bed to check on Morgan's healing progress. Her would was still inflamed, but it didn't seem to be infected. At his touch, her eyes fluttered open and scanned his face. Arthur wanted to ask her how she was feeling, but the sight of honey eyes was the only thing filling his mind. He had to resist the urge to trace a finger down her bruised cheek. The sight of pain on such a beautiful face made his heart twist with sadness and anger.

"Arthur?" Her voice was quiet and strained; the name barely escaped her lips.

"Yes?" Arthur tensely waited to see what was bothering her. Was she going to tell him to stop imagining how soft her skin would be, how her lips would feel pressed against his?

Just as those lips parted to answer his question, Ariadne stirred and sat up in the bed.

"Good morning! Or is it afternoon? Oh, hello Arthur!" Ariadne squeezed Morgan slightly, and then went into the bathroom to shower.

"We should probably start packing. We'll need to leave in an hour. Arthur give Morgan the clothes you picked up for her. Sorry if they're not your size, we had to guess." Cobb woke Eames and they both started loading guns and equipment into black rolling suitcases. Arthur went and picked up the bag with Morgan's winter clothes in. When he returned to the bed Morgan was sitting on the edge of the bed testing the strength in her legs.

"Here, let me help you up." Arthur placed an arm under hers, being careful to avoid her stitches. Once she was standing, she held onto Arthur for a few more minutes orienting herself. He noticed she seemed thinner than ever. How long had it been since she had eaten? He should know these things. He would look into finding her food after he got her dressed.

Morgan untangled herself from Arthur and walked around the hotel room a few times stretching occasionally. She gladly took the sweatshirt, jacket, jeans, and boots from Arthur in place of her blood soaked shirt and tattered bottoms.

"Thank you, Arthur." She sheepishly looked into his eyes from under her hair, and walked into the bathroom after Ariadne came out, dressed in her parka and pants. When Morgan returned to the group, Cobb noticed the clothes fit well enough, slightly too large, but in the cold clothes are better too big than too small. They spent the last few minutes in the hotel room planning their route to Murmansk and to the abandoned warehouse Arthur had found online. The five of them slipped out of the hotel and into the SUV Eames had rented for the trip. Arthur drove, Cobb sat in the passenger seat, and the other three sat shoulder to shoulder in the back seat. It was a silent, uneventful ride, for which no one could complain.

Arthur pulled into a dark alley that was invisible unless you were looking specifically for it. Cobb helped the girls out of the back while Arthur caught himself focusing on Morgan. It seemed that if he knew she was around, his attention focused on her. Arthur worried this fascination could corrupt their goal here and he painfully tore his eyes from her. Once they had all settled in the warehouse and out of the cold, Cobb and Arthur set up security cameras and the wifi so they could get busy with research. Thanks to the incident on the train, they knew that who ever was behind this was somehow related to dreaming, since they weren't after Morgan, only the dreamers.

"No, no it wouldn't be him. He has no idea about Cobol. No it wouldn't be him either, Cobol is after him too. That wouldn't make any sense!" The boys were arguing loudly, obviously narrowing down suspects. Ariadne announced that she was going to go lay down and take a nap; the boys waved that they had heard her.

"Arthur?" Her voice carried straight to Arthur. He hadn't realized it until now, but he had been searching for her voice the whole time. All three men looked up from the pile of papers and photographs to look at the girl who looked like she had been hit by a car, multiple times. Her eyes seemed serious. Her forehead was creased as if she was concentrating on something intensely.

"What's wrong, Morgan?"

"Nothing…it's just…I didn't want to say anything while Ariadne was here. She's already so stressed and you know how she gets…but I think it will help."

"What is it?" Cobb clenched and unclenched his fist. He wasn't known for being very patient. He liked things short and to the point.

"The men that came to Ariadne's apartment, and the men that found us on the train, they were the same people. At least, I thought they were. And I thought this was all connected, but the man…the man on the train…they just wanted me to think they were at the apartment. But they weren't. They're not the same people, they're not connected."

The three men kept staring at her, they weren't sure what she was trying to tell them. Arthur was the first to speak.

"Wait, so you think that they were two separate groups of people? Targeting Ariadne? For two different reasons? I'm not sure I understand…"

"No, no that's not what I meant. The men in the apartment were after Ariadne, but the men on the train, the men following us now, they are after me. The three of you and Ariadne are safe."

"But why would they be after you, and why would they want us to think they were after us?" Arthur's face was pinched; Eames seemed to be completely lost.

"The man on the train, I assumed he was the one who shot me because he seemed familiar. But I realized last night that he seemed familiar because he was at the same camp I was. We were both trained to kill people, only I got out and he stayed there. They've been sending people after ever since then. Sometimes it's to kill me, or sometimes it's to bring me back to re-train me. The men on the train are after me, not y'all. When I leave here, y'all will be safe to go back home. But stay here, just for a few more days. And tell Ariadne, tell her that I'm sorry for breaking my promise. Goodbye."

Morgan glanced at the others one last time, letting her eyes linger on Arthur's for a few extra seconds. She knew she would never see him again, and she was sorry that she never told him how she felt about him. After all, he had saved her life.

"No! You can't go! If you leave here, you won't be safe. And if you leave, Ariadne will come looking for you, and then she won't be safe. You know she will. She won't give up on you." Arthur pushed back his chair and rushed to Morgan. He grabbed both of her upper arms forcefully and stared into her eyes. How could he survive without seeing her again, now that he knew she existed?

"Then you will just have to keep her here. All of you. Make sure she doesn't come looking for me. Tell her whatever is necessary to make her stay. I'm sorry, Arthur. Goodbye." She jerked herself out of his grip and walked out the door into the snow. In disbelief, Arthur and the others simply watched her leave.