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Eames rubbed his face, slightly disorientated. The cell phone was vibrating, and blinking, he rolled over, determined to grab it. As the screen flashed, he held it to his ear. "'Lo?"

"Eames?"

"Arthur?" Eames turned over, and frowned - the digital numbers on the clock were flashing 1.30am. "What is it?"

"I..." the Point Man's voice was subdued, and he sounded shaken. "I need your help. I tried calling Cobb, but-"

"But what?"

"He's not available."

"OK." Eames began to get up, hurriedly. He started to stumble round the room, looking for a clean shirt. "Where are you?"

"I'm at the police station."

"What?!" Eames' eyes opened wide. "What are you doing there?!"

"I've been arrested."

"Arthur-"

"I've been arrested." The Point Man's voice was flat, atonal, as though he'd accepted this twist in his life. "But...I don't know how long I'm going to be here for."

"All right. I'll get a cab." Eames pulled on his shirt. "Stay calm, ok?"

The phone went dead - shaken, Eames assumed an officer must have clicked it off. Trying hard not to succumb to a sense of hopelessness, he finished dressing, and went outside to flag a cab.

Arthur slumped over the cold metal table. They had refused to allow him time to get dressed; he was clad in his loose fitting pyjama bottoms, and the robe. He shivered, the cold air feeling as though it would penetrate his skin. He looked at his hands, feeling a jolt as he recognised him as his own, the hands that had been on the young woman only a few hours before.

He heard the clunking sound of a key in the lock, and a young police officer entered. He frowned at Arthur, as though trying to marshall his thoughts. He sat down, opposite him.

"Mr Ogilvie."

Arthur's head jerked up. "Yes?"

"Its interesting." He looked at Arthur, and frowned. "You've been accused of assault."

"Attempted rape?" Arthur felt himself almost choke on the words, as though they were alien objects in his mouth. "I-" He lapsed into silence, allowing his thoughts time to gather themselves. "I did not assault her."

"But she claims you-" the cop stopped, and rifled through his file notes. "She claims you held her down, and tried to force her into sex."

"I-" Arthur shook his head. "I thought she was willing, interested. She teased me!" He almost shouted.

The cop leaned back, and suddenly, a look of disbelief began to spread across his face. "I think you're admitting to a few things here."

"I admit nothing," Arthur almost spat out. The cop nodded, clutching the folder, as he began to leave.

Ariadne turned over in bed, realising the side was empty. She blushed - Cobb had insisted she sleep in the bed, and he have the couch. But now she was beginning to feel as though he should be in the bed, next to her, beside her. She pushed back the covers, a sliver of light through the curtains illuminating the white man's shirt she had borrowed from the Extractor. Getting up, she began to walk into the lounge, and moved over to the sleeping extractor. Lifting up the blanket he had covered himself with, she burrowed in next to him, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her close.

As she closed her eyes and began to fall into sleep, Ariadne felt a sense of warmth and security flow through her. But as an image of Arthur flickered in front of her eyes, a sense of unease returned.

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