A/N: I have been on cloud 9 since reading your reviews on the last chapter. I was worried this meshing of the different worlds wouldn't fly but it's nice to see everyone's enthusiasm.

It's also gratifying that people like S.K. and Quitting Time and others are also writers of some of the BEST stories I have read on the site. So you're compliments are most valuable to me.

Also, the last couple of guest reviews have been incredible. I wish I knew who these people were because you were really nice and like I say to all guests: sincerely, you should sign up and join us. It's a lot of fun and even if you don't want to write; you're gonna want to after reading a bunch of these stories.

P.S. - I haven't given up on "Jade Gets a Dog" but I hit a little blockage. No worries, I should have the next one up this weekend sometime.

;-)

Dominic Cobb and Officer David Vega walked through the illustrious and decadent Millennium Biltmore Hotel in downtown LA. Every luxury hotel had their impressive lobbies but the Biltmore made their jaws drop. Its walls and ceilings were of the finest wood accented with frescoes, gold embellishments and lead crystal chandeliers. It reminded Cobb of Versailles in France. It hit David over the head that he was way under-dressed for a place this highbrow.

The two men stepped into the spacious Sai Sai Noodle Restaurant. David used his influence as a cop to find out the whereabouts of one of their guests. The decor of the establishment was very inviting, heavily influenced by Southeast Asian design. Cobb felt a bit of nostalgia from his days in Japan. He took his mind off such lofty thinking when he made his mark.

"There he is," he whispered to David.

The men surrounded a small table for two but the second chair was vacant, save for a half-drunk glass of wine.

"Arthur," Cobb announced from behind his former colleague.

A tall man of modest facial features and short black hair turned in his seat and regarded the relic with a sneer.

"What do you want?" Arthur asked. "Better question: what the hell are you doing here?"

"This," Cobb gestured to David. "Is David Vega. He is a police officer."

Arthur rolled his eyes and began to get up when Cobb stopped him.

"Well, listen first!" he almost shouted. No matter. People were already looking.

"I don't have to listen to anything, Dom" Arthur stared coldly into his eyes. "We're done. You got what you needed. You got your life back so why don't you let me enjoy mine?"

"Look," David interjected, talking to Arthur. "I just met Dom here and I don't know anything about you aside from what he told me on the ride here. But I can easily assess that the last them you guys were around each other, it wasn't very pleasant."

Arthur adjusted his blazer. "You don't much about Dominic Cobb, do you Vega?"

"What?" he asked, looking at Cobb.

"That he put all of us at risk on the Fischer job."

David started getting impatient. "Who is Fischer?"

"It's not important," Arthur said. "Cobb is a driven man but sometimes that's his downfall."

"That's why I need you Arthur," Cobb got in his face. "You help the job stay on its course."

"Dom?"

David and Cobb turned to see Ariadne, looking rather fetching in a simple black dress. Then they look at Arthur.

"Ariadne," Cobb smiled, taking her hand and shaking it. "It's nice to see you again."

"Um, yeah" she smiled nervously. "Arthur? Why is he here?"

"I'm David," Mr. Vega butted in.

"Why are you so surprised to see me?" Cobb asked.

"I just thought you were dead."

He shot a glare at Arthur. "You told her I was dead?"

Arthur shrugged. "What difference did it make?"

"Okay, enough" David sternly told them, holding two chairs. "We're all adults here and time is not on our side." He placed the two chairs on the vacant sides of the table, now making it cramped seating for four.

Cobb, Arthur and Ariadne all sat down once David did.

"What's the about?" Ariadne asked.

"Let's just start off with the dreamer is one Tori Vega" Cobb passed a picture to the Arthur and Ariadne to regard.

"She's really pretty," Ariadne said. "Is she the mark?"

"Actually," Cobb looked at David. "Tori here is the dreamer but she's not the mark."

"I don't follow," she looked at them quizzically.

"Then who is the mark?" Arthur asked, intrigued.

"Fred Krueger," David told the duo.

It was shortly past ten at night. Robbie was too tired to make it to the next movie on the Sci-Fi channel monster marathon, so he turned down his bed and was about to turn off the light when he noticed something was wrong.

"Rex?" he asked, searching his room. His room was relatively neat and orderly, so it didn't take long for him to see that his puppet wasn't there.

Robbie backed up, looking left and right. He startled himself when he bumped into the desk by the window, knocking over the books he had standing up. Cleaning the mess, he took a glance outside and down in the backyard he saw Rex. It looked a little creepy because he was sitting on his childhood swing.

The curly-haired boy put on his jacket and went into the yard. He picked up the puppet from the swaying swing.

"What are you doing out here?" he asked his wooden friend. "Don't remember leaving you..."

Robbie almost dropped Rex at the sudden sound of something scraping on wood. It sounded close. He couldn't see anything near the one big tree. It must have come from the other side of the picket fence.

He was about to go inside when he heard the scraping again.

"Who's there?" he yelled.

The sound stopped and even the wind did, too. The big tree stood motionless.

Robbie gulped at the stark silence and thought it best to get back inside. He turned and was struck with a hard, agonizing pain in his side. Dropping Rex, Robbie held onto his bleeding wounds, squirming on his back.

His eyes widened when he saw Rex crawling on his own, standing on his chest. Robbie saw that something was wrong with Rex's right hand. It had long, shiny silver razors coming out of the fingertips.

They were covered in blood. His blood.

Before Robbie could react, the puppet laughed and stabbed him in this chest. Blood quickly spurted from his mouth.

"I'll bet you're good at throwing your voice," Krueger said through the dummy's mouth. Rex made a swift slash with his claw and cut Robbie's throat wide open, sending his vocal chords flying amid the fountain of blood.

Robbie rolled onto his stomach, blood dripping profusely from his neck, chest and mouth. He held up his body from the ground with one hand and in vain tried to stop the bleeding with the other but it was no use.

Feeling the heaviness set in, the boy gave up and Robbie Shapiro fell to the cold ground dead.

"ROBBIEEEE!" Cat sat up like a shot from her own bed. She clutched her chest which was beating like heart was going to explode.

A single tear fell along the contours of her cheek.

"No," she whispered.