Disclaimer: Inception does not belong to me. Many thanks to Moviemaniac12 for letting me co-write this fic.

I swallowed, and blinked. My eyes were watering, and I reached up to rub them.

The overwhelming smell of must had greeted me when I woke up. Looking round, we were in a small, dingy room, with a door that was partially open. I spotted the numbers – 217.

I coughed. "OK, lets move."

"Hang on," I heard Cobb's voice, he was already on his feet. "Where's Nash?"

I looked. "He's not here." My face creased.

Cobb looked at me. "He'll be in the other room, Arthur. Remember?"

I nodded, cursing myself inwardly. I began to walk forward, but Cobb grabbed hold of me.

"Arthur," he said, his voice low, "you have got to calm down. This is really getting to you."

"Dom," I began, but suddenly, Eames spoke.

"Where's Ariadne?"

I gulped. The gnawing feeling that something was going to go wrong was chewing my insides. "We need to find her!"

I felt Cobb's grip tighten. "Calm down. I mean it."

I shook my head, and pushed past him. "Ariadne!"

I ran out into a corridor. Three doors. I took a deep breath. I heard footsteps, and turned. Cobb and Eames were hurrying to catch up with me.

"OK," Cobb spoke calmly. "I suggest we each take a door." I nodded, and moved to the furthest one. No 221. Putting my hand on the doorknob, I turned it, and pulling out my gun, took a couple of steps inside.

Nothing. It was literally an empty space.

I swore. "Damnit!" I then heard far less polite sounds from the room next door, and hurried out. Eames, too, was staring at a blank space.

"This is ridiculous," he said, looking at me. "Nash has to be in Dom's room!"

I gritted my teeth. Nash was filling the dreamscape with his subconscious – I was drawing the conclusion he was an empty shell of a man, nothing there except bitterness and resentment.

"EAMES! ARTHUR!"

We both jumped at the sound of Cobb's voice. Hurrying out, I started to feel sick to my stomach.

Eames arrived first. "What is it?" He asked, breathlessly.

I looked to where Dom was pointing. My jaw dropped.