Arthur's brown eyes were the best thing that ever happened to her. He had been watching her by the second and when she woke up she went directly to him. Arthur kneeled down to her level as Ariadne embraced him with her all of her strength.
"Deep breaths," he said softly.
Ariadne nodded, completely unaware of her wet and warm cheeks. She just kept holding. It felt good to feel warmth, real warmth. As her senses returned to her she instantly remembered where she was and who was with her. Ariadne released herself and wiped her eyes with her shirt collar.
"How do you do it?" she sighed.
"Practice," Arthur began unlatching her arm from the machine on the table that was next to her chair.
"Not going in, coming out I mean."
Arthur thought for a moment and then smiled with an "oh". He slid a strand of her behind her ears kindly. "Also with practice."
Ariadne got up from her chair to pace. Arthur watched her with a thought of concern.
"It took me more than five training sessions to get used to it."
Ariadne shook her head. She walked over to the window and watched the city below burst with life "It's just so amazing."
"It is," Arthur replied. "Mind if I ask what happened?"
Ariadne was hesitant to say.
"Death," he started, "in there it isn't real."
"This is all new to me. Extraction, the abrupt death, it's really something else," Ariadne suppressed her voice from breaking.
"It'll take time and training." Arthur smiled.
She folded her arms over her chest and looked around them. In the complex that they had selected there were different rooms to use but Cobb decided to use largest room with plenty of window room. Chairs, tables and whiteboards were scattered around but it was excellent working space. In there they were all free to breathe, including her.
She saw Arthur pack up the machine and walk around her. He shrugged as he took the suitcase into another room. "Don't know but have a seat. I've got something I want to show you."
Ariadne found a comfortable chair next to the window and waited. Her experiences with her new friends had her addicted but regardless of the thrill her last venture had bothered her.
"Tell me what you think," Arthur shouted from within the other room.
"Think of what?" Ariadne shouted back.
Ariadne growled but kept silent.
"Stars shining bright above you…"
Adriane's smile widened. "Are you playing a song?"
Arthur popped out of the room and leaned against the door frame looking at her. "Know what it is?"
"Night breezes seem to whisper I love you…"
She shook her head.
Arthur loved the advantage. He placed a finger over his lips and closed his eyes.
"Birds singing in a sycamore tree…"
"I want to make this your cue for your training and just yours."
Ariadne smile faded. She thought about the dream she had just left.
"Dream a little dream of me…"
"They're the Mamas and the Papas. What a great group."
"Could you go with on the next session?" Ariadne asked softly.
"Sure, I don't see why not," Arthur saw her pressing her hands firmly together.
"What's the matter?"
Ariadne couldn't tell him. She shrugged. "Nothing, why?"
"You look tense. That's not a good thing, especially not in this profession."
"Why? What happens?
"If your subconscious is distressed in the real world, then it's distressed in your dreams."
"You're talking about nightmares."
"Come with me."
He nodded again. "I'll go with you." He knew it in his heart that something was definitely making Ariadne uncomfortable. He needed to see what. "Want to try again later tonight?"
"Sure," Ariadne preferred to wait but as long as Arthur was there then she was fine with his decision. She checked her watch and nearly shot into the air. "Holy crap, I'm late."
"Late? Where are you going?"
"Um...I've got to…run an errand. See you in a few hours?" Ariadne grabbed her bag and threw him a smile before leaving him standing with The Mama's and the Pappas's playing the background.
"Yeah…I guess I'll see you later," Arthur sighed and watched her leave.
"Dream a little dream of me..."