Disclaimer: Inception does not belong to me.

Arthur swallowed, and blinked. He suddenly realised that he was standing in what looked like a public bathroom - but as he assessed the expensive looking decor, began to realise.

He was in a restaurant.

Swallowing, he carefully pushed open the door, and started to walk into the main area of the establishment. Scanning the crowd, he noticed. Ariadne, Eames, and Cobb, sitting at a table. And, he noticed, so was he.

My projection.

Discreetly, Arthur walked across the room, heading for the bar. Settling on one of the free stools, he decided to wait, and watch to see what happened.

The four were seemingly eating, but he noticed that Ariadne had only salad in front of her. He frowned, shaking his head. Suddenly, she pushed back her chair, and excused herself, leaving the table. He watched her as she walked through the restaurant, heading for the Ladies'.

He swallowed. After what seemed an overly long length of time, she returned, only, he noticed, her cheeks were slightly flushed. She apologised to the others, and sat down.

Arthur sat at the bar, ignoring the projections who glanced at him, intrusively. A cold core of fear was starting to form in his heart, and shaking his head, he picked up the glass of water that had appeared at his elbow. Ariadne was reaching for her coat, and he noticed the other Arthur turning to her. Shaking her head, she slipped the coat on, and began to leave.

He waited. As she began to walk, he followed her. Followed her down the street, and watched.

First she disappeared into a convenience store. He slunk in, and concealed himself amongst the metal racks.

Calmly, Ariadne began to pull items off the shelves. Bags of potato chips, candy bars, a bag of Twinkies...Arthur watched as she approached the cashier, and paid. Bundling her goods into a bag, she began to leave.

Arthur watched, biting his lip. Suddenly, he realised that she was heading to a lift at the back of the shop. As she closed the door, he hurried after her.

At the next level, he realised he was back in her apartment. To his shock, the kitchen table was strewn with garbage - the candy bar wrappers, the empty potato chip bags, and some left over twinkies. He swallowed, wondering where she had gone.

He looked in the rooms, and saw her, lying in bed, on her side. Frowning, he wandered back through, passing by the bathroom. As he looked in, he blinked. Shocked, he hurried to the lift, determined to get himself out of the dream.

As he closed the door, he fell another level. He blinked. Standing across from him, where Ariadne and Eames, in the Warehouse.

"You all right?" Eames said, kindly. She nodded. "Fine."

"I only ask, because you don't look well." There was a note of concern in Eames' voice that Arthur had never heard before.

"No, Eames, I'm-" She broke off. Arthur looked. He himself had just walked in. Shaking with silent fury, he got back in the lift. After a couple of seconds, the ground began to shake.

He opened his eyes, and turned to look at Ariadne. She was still asleep. Carefully, slowly, he got up, pulling the IV out of his arm.

You're bulimic, he thought, angrily.

He sat up, waiting for her to stir. As she did so, he raised an eyebrow. "Hey."

She sat up. "What happened? I just fell asleep..." her voice trailed off as she looked at his expression. Arthur nodded.

"You did."

"Arthur, what is it?"

"Are you hungry?" his voice was soft.

"What?"

"I said, are you hungry?"

"Arthur, I'm not, I-"

He nodded. "Thought not. Then, when you starve and binge, you probably don't know what hunger is!"

She stood up, her face paling. "Arthur, calm down, you-"

"You need to eat!" he snapped. "And trust me, I'll make sure you do!"

Her jaw dropping, she watched as he turned and furiously left the room.

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