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[When he appears on the plane, he's still in his suit and had been about to go change. He'd just come back in time to put his children to bed, relieving Miles of his duties.]

Hello? James? Phillipa? Miles?

[Cobb, however, was greeted with silence and a part of him felt a bit of panic start to slide in. It had him reaching into his pocket and pulling out the spinning top, it was time to see if this was real or not. So taking the top, he spins it and watches it spin. Spin and spin and spin until it stops and topples over. Once it's done that he scoops it back up and shoves it into his pocket.]

This isn't funny! Whatever game this is, it isn't funny and you better hope I don't find you. Because if I do... Oh, trust me you'll regret it.

[He has no clue who he's actually hollering at, but he doesn't like it. The feel of this place... the way it looks... That's when he notices the building and heads inside.]

Can somebody...

[Empty... the place was completely and totally empty]

Who's idea was this? I want an answer and I want it now.

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This is. I'm not sure how else to describe it. Just... try it.

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You actually expect me to just up and leave you?

[pointwoman.livejournal.com]

You can come back the same way you'll leave.

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That is NOT reassuring. [There might be a bit of a growl there.]

[pointwoman.livejournal.com]

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If I go, you go.

[pointwoman.livejournal.com]

I don't know if that's possible.

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I'll find a damn way to make it possible.

[pointwoman.livejournal.com]

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What makes you think I'm okay with it, Arthur? [Because really, he's totally not.]

[pointwoman.livejournal.com]

What makes you think I am?

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You're the one trying to send me home supposedly and leave you behind.

[pointwoman.livejournal.com]

You asked.

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Yeah well, you didn't have to answer. [Don't mind him, he's still feeling lost and this reality is confusing and there's a lot going through his mind.]

[pointwoman.livejournal.com]

We could... try?

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[Oh trust us, he wishes things would make sense right now.] Then I say we try it.

[pointwoman.livejournal.com]

Fine.

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[That's okay... neither does Dom. Though he feels her hand slip into his own, then does as she said before. Think of his own reality... not that he believes something like that will work.]

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[When they end up back in his reality, back home, HIS home...] Huh... [It's taking a lot for him not to pull the top out and check to make sure this isn't a dream as well...]

[pointwoman.livejournal.com]

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Arthur?

[It may or may not sound worried.]

[pointwoman.livejournal.com]

I am the Ghost of Christmas Past.

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...What?

[Because saying that has him fully turning toward her.]

[pointwoman.livejournal.com]

Nothing.