"I'm there right now." Jayne lay on her stomach as she spoke on the phone. "Yeah it hurts. He's still doing it."

She was at the tattoo parlor while on break. For a while, she had a certain tattoo in mind. Now she was lying on the table, her tank top pulled up. The man at the end of the table was drawing over her lower back with the tattoo gun.

"I think he's almost done." She told the person. "Yeah, I didn't tell Granger a thing… Yeah, I am gonna go to that Halloween party. Lucy, Ivory and I are going as Pokémon. We're performing… ok bye."

"Doin' well for yer first tattoo." Said the artist.

"I've felt worse pain."

She stepped out of the parlor pulling her shirt down to hide the new ink.

Ariadne did not think to stop at her apartment to drop her luggage off. She didn't bring much anyway. Where she stayed, showers were scarce, so she only showered once a week and the water was cold. She still smelled like a lioness. Hopefully none of the men would notice. But Arthur might. A guy like him would change his outfit if he had a tiny spot anywhere. Whenever she was around him, he smelled like cologne.

Arthur… surprisingly, after they departed, she had trouble getting him off her mind. He was like an idea incepted into her mind. His face was impossible to get out. Shakespeare might describe him as "A man of wax" if he was still around.

As she ran up to the warehouse door with her hands full, Ariadne wondered if going in was a good idea. After all, he was there. What if something happened?

She already agreed to be his architect and he couldn't hire anyone better. Cautiously, she knocked on the warehouse door. Her spine tensed with every second. The door opened and Arthur stood there. Being the gentlemen he was, he took her bags and invited her in.

Ariadne entered the warehouse and shut the doors. The rain continued to clatter outside.

"I assume you were on vacation. Did you graduate?" Eames looked at her bags.

"Not exactly… well yes, I graduated but I didn't go on a vacation."

"Then what's all that?"

"I was in Africa." She explained. "Helping out. So who's the Mark?" Her voice grew excited.

Eames chuckled again and Yusuf shrugged in confusion. Arthur sighed. "He's laughing because the Mark is Jayne Alvers."

Ariadne's eyebrows went up. "Like the singer Jayne Alvers?"

"Exactly." said Arthur. "The client believes she is with a gang plotting against him. We just need to find out if it's true. If she knows about any plans we have to find them."

"I see. So, have you ever extracted from a celebrity?"

"This would be the first time." Said Arthur. "It's a good thing she's easy to research."

"I should get started on designing a concert hall then." Ariadne felt something fuzzy against her ankle and saw Bast circling around her, purring.

"Why does that cat like everyone but me?" Eames was close to laughing.

"I think she just smells Sam." Ariadne replied. "The village had a lion named Sam and I must still have a scent."

"You touched a lion?" Yusuf asked in shock.

"It was a nice lion." Ariadne argued. "So, really, Jayne Alvers?"

"Yes darling." Eames replied. "I was surprised when I found out myself."

"Well you laughed until you fell to the floor." Said Arthur. "I can tell your already taking this seriously."

"Are you a fan?" Eames asked her ignoring Arthur's remark.

"Not really." Said Ariadne. "My best friend is obsessed. I don't get it. But she was on Glee so she must be talented."

"And how old is your friend? Is she hot?"

"She's too young for you." Ariadne swung back. Yusuf started laughing. "And who's the cat?"

"That's Bast." Said Yusuf between chuckles. "I couldn't leave her again."

"She like's everyone but me." Said Eames. "She even likes Arthur!"

"Who doesn't like Arthur?" Ariadne asked out loud. Suddenly, she felt her cheeks growing hot since she forgot he was standing behind her. Shutting up would be essential but also awkward. "If I didn't know better, I think you have a man crush on him."

Eames went off like a Chinese firecracker in earsplitting laughter. Ariadne crossed her arms and shook her head.

"I think he does too." Said Arthur. The fact that he spoke and that he looked fine made Ariadne's nerves die.

"Now why would you say that?" Eames asked.

"You tease him, you call him names…" Yusuf began. "You make fun of his clothes." At that moment, Arthur straitened his Armani tie and cleared his throat. "But I think you dress sharp."

"Thank you." Said Arthur.

"And I just noticed you two are matching."

Ariadne looked down at her blue scarf and looked over at Arthur to see he was wearing a blue tie in the same tone.

"Yeah." Ariadne picked up. "We decided to wear matching outfits. Tomorrow we're wearing pink." She joked, turning to Arthur. "So does anyone know how Fischer's doing?"

"I'm pretty sure he's fine." Said Arthur. "Why?"

"Because I think he's dating my sister… Does anyone know if that's true?" Recently, whenever Ariadne flipped through a magazine, she would see pictures of Robert Fischer walking with the same woman who was identified as Mirra Boleyn. That was the name of the clothing line Ariadne's sister designed.

"How old is your sister?"

"Way too young for you." Ariadne called back to Eames.

"When I've checked on him I did see him in the paper with another woman. Then again, she looks a bit like you but taller."

"That's her."

"So is there a problem?"

"What if I meet him and he says 'Do I know you?'"

"He's completely forgotten about the dreams." Said Arthur. "If he see's you, he'll have no idea who you are."

Ariadne sighed with relief. "Ok, good. I just wanted to check. Then again, Mirra can't keep a man if it would save her life."

"Do you have anymore sisters?" Eames asked.

"Ok, why do you suddenly want to flirt with my friend and my sisters?"

"So you do have another sister!"

"Who's the same age as Mirra." Said Ariadne. "Besides, I think you have a bigger crush on yourself." Eames was silent; secretly humiliated that she said that out loud. "Anyway, she's supposed to be hosting SNL this weekend…"