When I awoke, the so-called "Hanj" was shaking me into consciousness (if that is possible when you are dreaming).
"So, Araidne... How were your experiences?" I looked over at the duct taped Eames and Arthur, and suddenly I was convinced that the person who was duct taped to the chair was not Eames but another trained dream forger... But who could do that other than Eames? The "Eames" that was over in the chair had black undergrowth in his hair, but I have a feeling that Eames undergrowths are brown...
"Araidne?"
"Yes?" I replied snapping back to "reality".
"You still have not answered my question!" Hanj snapped.
"And..." I stretched the word, hoping that whoever this Hanj person was in real life did not get annoyed. "What question would that be?"
After I said that I could hear duct tape muffled laughs at the back of the room coming from Arthur, they were soon stopped though by a kick from 'Eames'.
Hanj sighed. "To get to the point, which 'world', as such, is reality?"
"Well obviously neither of them!" Giggles resounded from both of the duct-taped men, which resulted in Hanj shouting at them "Shut up!" which just created more muffled laughing.
"Why do you think that neither of the realities are, in fact, reality dar...Araidne?" 'Hanj' asked. Each time he said a sentence, he seemed more like Eames than the last.
"I have suspicions," I started to say in my pompous voice. "That in our extraction team... There is more than one forger!" More muffled noises came from Arthur at the back of the room as he struggled out of his chair. I ran over to help, no barrier between him and my amazing helping skills.
"No! Araidne! Please don't let him free or I'll... I'll... Put classical music on!" Hanj threatened. Arthur then, with his one recently freed hand, ripped the duct tape off his mouth. "Araidne! I love you!" He shouted across the room. "I love you so much that if you can recall to Hanj over there all of the things that were out of place in the dream, he will let you free."
"I'll do what?" Hanj dramatically raised his voice. "Set her free! How could you think such a thing Arthur? After all that I have done for you!" Hanj said, starting to speak in Eames voice.
Arthur chuckled behind my back but stopped when I looked his way. "What have YOU done for ME other than make salad sandwiches for most of my life?" Arthur said before bursting into "real" tears and sobbing in his misery muttering, "I should never have trusted a bastard like that..."
"Damn straight Arthur, damn straight..." I commented while trying to contain my giggles.
"THATS IT! I give up... I am going to play classical music!"
"Go ahead..." I trailed off, gazing into Arthur's eyes.
"Yeah, do it," Arthur pressured while blushing because of my loving stare. "You know you..."
Aaah dah aaaaaaah dum dah dee! …