"You have a Facebook Ari?" Eames asked looking around the Internet on his laptop.

"Maybe." Ariadne looked away from he drawing over to Eames. He was on Facebook.

"Well I'm gonna check and see if your so innocent after all."

"You don't know my last name."

"Found it. Your last name is Cavandar?"

Ariadne jumped out of her chair. "Eames that is not funny, please don't look!"

"What do you have to hide?" Eames teased. "Cute profile picture by the way. Is the redhead the friend you mentioned before?" She looked over at her picture on the screen. It was a shot of her and Jules dressed up and posing in a nightclub. "Is she seeing anyone?"

"Eames, please stop!" She reached over for the off button but Eames held her back.

"You have some videos."

"What are you doing on Facebook anyway?"

"What kind of videos do you have?" he clicked on a screenshot of Ariadne and three other girls sitting at a picnic table with a 20 Questions game. Eames clicked on it. The video was five minutes of continuous laughs.

"Ok, ok." The redhead looked at the game. "Can you send it in the mail?"

A short brunette who wasn't Ariadne almost fell off her seat cackling.

"Possibly." Ariadne replied with a chuckle. "I just hope I don't get one."

"Does it come in all colors?"

"I don't know." Said another brunette with shorter hair.

"I'm just gonna say yes." Said the red head, pushing the button. Her eyes widened and her head fell on the table laughing.

"Poor Sean looks traumatized!" The short-haired brunette giggled.

"Is it edible?" The redhead spilled out. "Ew!"

The long haired brunette got off the table and ran to the bathroom.

"Wouldn't it be ironic if it guessed it right and said a penis?" Ariadne asked.

"Ariadne." Eames shook his head.

"That was five years ago." She defended.

"Happy Birthday Cavandar." Eames read aloud. "What's this?"

"That's just one picture of me photo shopped into a bunch of backgrounds." She grumbled. "It's bad."

The start of the video read, "Happy Birthday Ariadne Cavandar."

"Happy birthday Cavandar. You're another year older so let's take a look back at the past year. Here you are drinking beer at a Paris Rollergirls bout." The picture on the screen was of Ariadne standing up and drinking a beer from a clear plastic cup. That picture was cut to only show her pose in the next shot. "And there you are at the Kentucky Derby with the Queen, drinking horse piss." The shot changed to a ballroom background. "And here you are at the governor's ball, in jeans, a t-shirt and oh yes, drinking Budweiser. Cavandar, your a fucking beast!"

Eames stated laughing after the last sentence.

"And there was that one time you had a beer in the ball pit at Chuck E Cheese around all those four year olds. And that other time you went to an Edith Piaf concert and grounded against her while you were drinking beer. And you didn't buy me a T-shirt with the money I gave you! Big mistake Cavandar! I want my CD back by the way, love Girard."

Eames almost fell off his chair in laughter. For moments he couldn't breathe.

"Wait, this video was posted a year ago next week. Next week's your birthday?"

"That's not important. Now get off my Facebook."

"You going to tell Arthur on me?"

"I hope I don't have to."

Arthur was sitting in the corner, ignoring the argument. Ariadne went back to her desk and opened up her own laptop.

You do not have permission to view this page.

"Did you really just block me, Darling?" Eames asked.

"Uh-huh." Ariadne went back to her drawing. "And don't add me as a friend or I'll say no. Try working."

So far, Ariadne had the front room of the concert hall complete. There was plenty of space for concertgoers to stand around, ten ticket booths and Jayne Alvers concert posters everywhere.

She was currently working on the second level where the projections could buy food and T-shirts. Ariadne had to look up Jayne Alvers to see what her concert tour theme was like. Jayne would never suspect a thing if she used the original theme.

The dressing room where the vault would be looked like the inside of a Hot Topic store. The walls were covered in red bricks with a guitar neon sign. The vanity mirror holding the vault wasn't framed with light bulbs like the one's backstage at beauty pageants but instead it had a neon border. Ariadne thought it looked cool and someone like Jayne would take a liking to it.

At that moment, she ran out of ideas. Ariadne flipped back several pages to show a page she intended to keep secret. It wasn't a sketch of a maze, or a floor plan, or a pencil drawing of a building.

The drawing in front of her eyes was a colored portrait of Arthur. She couldn't help herself one day when she had nothing useful to do. Ariadne could remember every feature on a face. It included his brown squinted eyes with that perfect hair and his flawless oval-shaped face.

It wasn't like her to go crazy over some guy. The last time she ever dated a guy was three years ago, and the guy broke up with her because she "Wasn't romantic enough."

She supposed these thoughts started after they touched for the first time. She left the warehouse thinking nothing of it, but overnight his face wouldn't leave her mind. When they kissed in the hotel lobby, that face drove her insane. Cupid stabbed her in many places and it hurt as much as it felt like magic.

She heard someone coming and closed the page to return to the concert hall sketches. Ariadne was lucky that person didn't see.

"How are those mazes coming?" His voice made her hear go crazy. For a moment she didn't know what to say.

"They're coming." She said. "I should be finished by tomorrow."

"Excellent. Duke's coming in two days."

"Great." Go away!

Ariadne wondered if the PASIV device could be used to erase memories. That would have been nice right around then.