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"Arthur?"

Arthur blinked, and stretched out on his bed. He'd been enjoying the sunshine that had filtered down through the barred window. He opened one eye, annoyed at being disturbed from his nap.

"Yes?" he asked, He began to sit up, feeling slightly perturbed. The same doctor from the previous day was smiling at him, kindly.

"Its time for group therapy," he said, nodding. "We're waiting for you."

Arthur swallowed, and shook his head. "I'm not going."

"Arthur, we're currently assessing you to see how fit you are to stand trial." The doctor's tone was gentle, but there was a firmness to it. "You need to come with me."

Arthur shook his head. "No." He blinked. "I don't know what happened to me, but what I did...it wasn't the sort of thing I'd normally do."

"Arthur, you held a young woman down, and tried to assault her." The doctor shook his head. "That is not acceptable. You need treatment."

"I'm not going to talk in front of strangers," Arthur said, with dignity. "I'm not."

"Well, Arthur, its unfortunate you take that attitude." The doctor shook his head, and turned to leave. As he did so, the Point Man heard the click of the heavy door, and the grating noise of the lock being turned.

Shivering, he climbed back onto the bed, and pulled the covers over himself.

"Ari?"

She looked up. Cobb was standing by her desk. "Shall we go for lunch?"

She swallowed. It had been a couple of days since Arthur had vanished, and it had been preying on her mind. She looked down at her design, and realised she'd drawn over the blueprint. "Sure," she said, numbly. Picking up her light jacket, she began to head for the door.

Cobb looked at her, and shook his head. Eames, sitting at his desk, looked at the Extractor. "Is she all right?" he asked.

Cobb frowned. "She misses Arthur. Or wonders what happened to him."

"I think you might know," Eames commented.

"What?"

"Where is he?" The Forger stood up, and fixed Cobb with a stare. It was a coldly penetrating gaze. The Extractor matched it. "He hasn't run away. He wouldn't. He'd face what was coming to him. You've told Ariadne he's skipped town...because you want her to believe that.

"So what if I did? I don't want her to know the truth. That her ex boyfriend is a mysogynist, and also abusive." Cobb shook his head. "I'm protecting her."

"Are you?" Eames' voice was cold.

"Yes." Cobb turned and began to walk away, trying to ignore the sensation of Eames' eyes boring into his back.

Eames shook his head. Sitting down, he began to mull over how he could find Arthur.

"Please order something," Cobb urged.

Ariadne put down the menu. "OK. Salad, please."

"That's not enough," Cobb insisted.

She looked at him, her eyes filling with tears. "I'm sorry, Dom, but I-"

Getting up, she began to rush out of the room.

Arthur stretched out, trying to think. Memories and fragments of dreams started to penetrate his mind. Memories of standing next to a girl in a bar, a blonde girl. Turning to her, pawing at her. He swallowed, feeling himself stiffen. Memories of being with a woman, then casually leaving. He turned over to his side, smiling.

Suddenly, his eyes opened. Where did those thoughts come from?

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