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Arthur ran back into the unit, feeling the sweat begin to break out between his shoulder blades. "Ariadne," he muttered to himself. Swallowing, he ran into the bathroom, and leaned over the toilet.

He heaved until he had nothing left. With strings of salivia hanging from his chin, he spat into the porcelain bowl, and reached for toilet paper. Wiping his mouth and face dry, he choked, and went to the sink. He splashed his face with water, and gripped the sides. His heart was thudding painfully. Splashing his face again, he moved into the main part of the unit, biting his lip.

Arthur felt completely helpless. Suddenly, his cellphone began to buzz. With a sinking heart, he saw it was Fischer. He snatched it up. "Yes?"

"Are you getting the message, yet?" Fischer's tone was ice cold. Arthur swallowed. "Where is she?"

"Not your concern." Fischer's voice dropped half an octave. "I want you to do something. Tell me where you are. I know Allie found you, but tell me where you are. Now."

"And if I don't?" Some of the old defiance resurfaced in Arthur. "And if I don't?"

Fischer chuckled. "Well, I think you know the answer to that."

"You took her, didn't you?" Arthur's tone held a desperate edge. "Why?"

"Its simple." Fischer's voice seeped out of the phone like venom. "We had a deal, Arthur, You join me, I get you help, treatment, you lead me to Cobb. Instead...you let yourself be taken by them. The same people who betrayed you. The same people who violated your mind, and incepted you! And then, you decide to try and run away with your girlfriend. I thought more of you, Arthur."

Arthur swallowed. "So, what do you want?"

"I want you to follow these instructions." Fischer sounded calm. "I want you to stand outside the motel unit. In ten minutes, you will be collected. Do not try anything. Don't try to escape, don't try to be macho." He chuckled, softly. "Although, I'm telling a bulimic who thinks of nothing but food and who can't even stand up by himself not to be macho?"

Arthur took a shuddering breath. "Don't-"

"You are a bulimic, aren't you?" Fischer continued. "I bet all you want to do right now is binge, Arthur. And then vomit. Because it would be so much easier for you to do that than to try and help Ariadne. Isn't that why your team abandoned you? Because you were too much trouble?"

"Stop it," Arthur hissed. "Where is she?"

"For me to know. And if you do this for me, you'll find out." Fischer sounded smug. "Get ready. Now."

His fingers trembling, Arthur clicked off the phone.

Cobb banged the front door. He'd realised he had no choice but to return. "Eames?"

"In here," the Forger shouted. He looked up, his worried expression turning to a relieved one as the Extractor entered. Cobb smiled tightly. "Don't start."

"I wasn't going to," Eames insisted. "But, you-"

"Well, what else could I do?" Cobb slumped, and rubbed his forehead. "Arthur and Ariadne have gone, Arthur's illness is still there, we failed incepting him, its a mess." Cobb leaned back, and exhaled slowly. "So clearly the only solution is to just move on and forget it all."

"You can't." Eames looked at him. "You can't, because-"

Cobb's phone buzzed. He groaned. "Oh, for God's sake." He pulled it out of his pocket, and saw the number was unknown. Frowning, he clicked it. "Hello?"

"Cobb?" Ariadne's voice was small and tremulous. The Extractor sat up. "Ariadne?"

"Cobb," Ariadne's voice was shaking. "I'm in some trouble."

"Where are you?" The Extractor gestured to Eames, who hurried to find Trent. "Talk to me!"

"I'm-" she swallowed. "I'm in a warehouse. Cobb, they've got, they've got-" her voice faded, and she sounded as though she were about to break down in tears.

"Ariadne, talk to me!" Cobb said, his voice sounding desperate. "Who, what-"

Suddenly, another voice came on the phone. A female voice. "Listen to me," the voice said, snapping out the words. "She's in a lot of danger. I'm standing here, with a gun aimed at her forhead. And if you don't do exactly what I tell you, I will use it."

Cobb felt cold. "Don't you even think it. Who are you?"

"I'm a former friend of Arthur's," she said, her voice cold. "And would you believe me if I told you that the fool was naive enough, and stupid enough, to think he could get away? But then, thats the problem with bulimics - they only ever think of themselves."

"What do you want?" Cobb felt his anger rising.

"Very simple," Allie spat out. "Fischer is going to collect Arthur. You're going to meet him. You're going to help him perform a job. And then, you're going to let Fischer have him, and we'll return Ariadne to you. And then, you never, ever try and contact Arthur again. He's Fischer's. Understand?"

"You'll let him die." Cobb's anger was increasing. "He's sick - he needs care, he needs treatment. You'll only use his illness to control him!"

Allie laughed. The bitter sound seeped from the phone like bile. "Oh, Robert's already got a place for him lined up. At a psychiatric unit. The one he enjoyed staying at before. Greenwood can't wait to have him back. And neither can the nurses!"

Cobb's heart sank. Was there no end to this? He swallowed. "Where do you want us to meet you?"

"At Delacourt street, on the corner. Bring Eames. And bring Trent. You'll need all the help you can get."

"Let me talk to Ariadne," Cobb said, firmness in his voice. "Let me talk to her!"

"No," Allie snapped. "You can talk to her when you've done this. I'll be there, and waiting." She clicked off, and Cobb looked at the phone, fury and a feeling of impotence causing him to hurl it at the wall.

"I need to binge. I need to binge. I need to binge."

Arthur swallowed, hearing the thoughts echoing through his mind. He gripped the side of the bed.

Suddenly, there was a bang on the door. Standing up, he swallowed, and opened it. Fischer stood there, his expression inscrutable.

"Hello, Arthur," he said, coolly. "You do look a mess."

Arthur's mouth opened, but he couldn't formulate any words. Fischer looked at him, taken aback by how the Point Man kept eye contact.

"Go and get in," he said, a smile forming. "If you want to see your girlfriend alive again."

Arthur nodded. "Yes, I do want to see her alive."

"Excellent. Then get in, I want you to-"

Fischer's words were cut off abruptly by Arthur punching him, hard, straight into the mouth. The older man staggered backwards, and glared at him. "You'll pay for that," he hissed. "You useless-"

"No," Arthur said softly, "you'll pay if you hurt her." Grabbing Fischer by the shoulders, he shoved him into the Unit, proceeding to slam the door and lock it behind him. Then he ran to the waiting car, where an anonymous driver was sitting, waiting.

Arthur climbed in, and pulled out the gun that he'd found. Ariadne had hidden it at the bottom of the bag, causing him to smile when he'd retreived it.

"Drive," he told the man. "To where we need to go. Now."

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