Normally, Ariadne didn't go on Facebook every few hours. But the next morning she changed her relationship status from "single" to "In a relationship with Jean Neacteaux." It only took twenty seconds before Jules called.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" she squealed over the line. "You two are dating now! Tell me everything!"

Ariadne chuckled. "We had dinner and sat by the Eiffel Tower."

"And it just happened?"

"He told me he liked me and I thought I'd give him a chance."

"Well I just looked at his Facebook page. He is cute, I'll tell you."

"That's not why I'm dating him."

"I know." Said Jules. "So did you kiss?"

"For a bit."

"How long was it?"

"About thirty seconds."

"Did you shove your tongue inside him?" Jules teased.

"That's nasty Jules!" Ariadne snapped.

"What? They call it French kissing for a reason." The red head was snickering.

"It was not that intense and I do not plan to go any further for a while."

"Good girl." Said Jules. "Remember, stay a virgin."

"Will do. I have to go to class now. My professor is back from LA."

Ariadne stepped in the shower for five minutes then wrapped herself in a towel. The mirror was coated in steam as she stepped out. During hr shower, she was question herself about whether dating Jean would be a good or bad idea.

It's not as if were rushing or anything. She thought. He said we'd go slow from here but yet I'm concerned.

Ariade rubbed the steam off the mirror before opening it to get the face wash. When the cabinet snapped shut, a tall figure made her spin around. Her fingers tightened around the towel to keep her breasts covered.

"Arthur!"

"I'm not Arthur." Replied the figure. "I'm an illusion."

"I should have known." Ariadne felt like face palming herself. "What do you want?"

"Date him." He said. "Give him a chance, he's made no mistakes yet." With that, the illusion faded.

Walking across the bridge to the college, Ariadne was a little shaken. Why was the illusion of Arthur? Why not one of her sisters or even her deceased mother? It only happened once that day so she decided to try to forget about it. It's not like it would happen again.

Class went by normally as usual with Professor Miles going strait to the lectures. Ariadne sketched Japanese castles in her book along with the other students as Miles explained the meaning behind Japanese architecture.

"Remember class, your graduating soon. But you won't graduate unless you pass your last exam. This exam will decide if you will be successful architects or not." A few students grew nervous at his words. "But knowing you bright people, I don't expect failure from any of you."

The bell went off in the halls and the students stampeded out.

"Ariadne, a word please." Said Miles. The architect walked over to his desk. The professor checked to make sure no one else was around as if the walls had ears. "Tell me all about it."

"I made a city, hotel and hospital." She explained. "It was astounding to say the least."

"It's sure a thrill ride, isn't it?"

"Sure is."

"Now did I see you leave the airport in Los Angeles?" he asked. "I told Cobb you weren't supposed to come with them."

"I made him. My fault." She confessed.

"You do realize what you put yourself through."

"I had to go, because Mal could have appeared and in fact she did. She shot Robert in the third dream level and Cobb and I had to go get him in Limbo."

"You went to Limbo?" His mouth dropped. "Cobb let you into Limbo?"

"I'm fine now." She said. "If we didn't go, the mission would have failed. We probably wouldn't have woken up and if Cobb woke up if the mission failed, he'd go to jail for the rest of his life. Wouldn't you have?"

Miles sighed. "Do you still dream?"

"I haven't dreamed recently. Being in Limbo, I probably wouldn't anyway."

"Ariadne…" Miles leaned over. "I am so grateful for what you've done to help Dom return to his children. He wouldn't have seen them again if it weren't for you. When he stepped in the house, I've never seen James and Phillipa smile so much. Do you know how much that means to me?"

"I'm sure it means a lot to you."

"Dom told me to say hello to you." Miles shifted the conversation. "And he wish's you the best of luck."

"Thank you." Ariadne sat up and stung her sack over her shoulder. Her phone vibrated in her pocket. When she left the classroom, Ariadne opened the phone to see a text from Jean. The director of the play wanted to see her.

She felt like a freshmen again trying to find her way into the theater. Since a lot of theater majors dressed similar to Ariadne she blended in. When she got into the giant theater, Ariadne froze and observed the room. The theater was absolutely gorgeous with its scarlet seats and golden poles. On the ceiling was a mosaic of early Greek theater.

She looked toward the stage to see two men chatting. Ariadne was hesitant to move forward. When she got a better look, she saw the tall man in the sweater vest was the director.

"Monsieur?" Ariadne approached the man with caution as if he was a buffalo.

"Oui?"

"Jean told you that I wanted to design sets. I'm Ariadne."

"Oh yes! You came just in time. Now the sets you designed last year were astounding. I'm very excited to see what you come up with."

"Thank you. So I'm pretty sure I know what sets are in the movie. What sets are needed for the stage?"

"I'm glad you asked." Said Monsieur. "As you know, there's Zeus kingdom, the underworld, the mortal couples house, Phils house, the temple of Zeus…"

"And what about the Zeus statue?"

"You'll draw it out but the tech crew will take care of building and manufacturing it." Said Monsieur. "And there's the stadium, the mansion and the house that leads into the garden."

"Are those all the buildings?"

"Oui. Any questions?"

"When does this all have to be finished?"

"Opening night is in two months." Monsieur confirmed. Ariadne found herself starring at the back of the stage. A figure in a three-piece suit walked from one side to the other eyeing her only once; Arthur.

"In that case, were gonna need a lot of pillars." She said. "I have to go now but I'll get right to work."

"Where you going?" Monsieur called out. Ariadne did not holler back as she sprinted down the aisle. When she got outside, she wasted no time to get to Miles.

His lecture hall was empty when she crashed through the door. Miles was at his desk looking over tests. He looked up, surprised to see her.

Her hands stood on the desk. The professor could see the fright in her eyes.

"They came back."