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The Forger was watching Ai interact with the Chemist on his project of making sure that the sedative that Yusuf had promised Cobb and the team was working properly. He took notice of how Ai would tuck back a stray hair behind her pierced ear, something he noticed that she didn't have three years prior to the current moment…and he kinda like the cartilage piercing on Ai. There were things that he took notice of the Handler as of late and it made him think of the time when they were together. He didn't really think that Ai was at fault for leaving all those years ago—but, he was still upset over how she didn't trust him enough to get through the process of recovering from the accident. He bit his lower lip at the mere thought as he continued to stare. However, he didn't have long to stare at, since he had to be over at the Fischer's estate to play his role of getting more intel for the team.
It wasn't until a few days later after he had returned that he was briefing everyone what was going on in the Fischer household. As he was relaying what he had seen and heard, he would glance over at Ai's direction, taking in what she was wearing: a black off shoulders top that really showed off her upper torso curves really well, a pair of faded blue jeans that were ripped at the knees and black motorcycle boots that he kind of liked on Ai. All-in-all, the change in Ai's outfits really did reflect that she had really gotten over what had haunted her in the days that followed her accident and grown up really well. He must have spaced out pretty well after giving his intel to the team that he didn't take note of his chair being tipped back until he caught himself and straighten up the chair. He looked around to see if Arthur might have done the tipping, but one good look at Ariadne told him that he was mistaken by the assumption.
"It's the feeling of falling that snaps ya out of a dream—it helps out in the long run…trust me, it works," Ai said as she was answering a question that Arthur imposed to the group.
"What can we use to sync the kick then?" Ariadne asked.
"Well, we could use the music countdown to sync the kick on the different levels," Arthur replied.
"What, we're going to use the same music as always?" Ai asked.
"Artie, not everyone has the same taste as you. And, besides, Edith Piaf does get a bit redundant after a while…" Ai merely suggested. "Not saying I hate her music—kinda soothing and so you."
"Ha, ha…" Arthur dryliy said. "So, three levels down…dreams are going to collapse…with the slightly disturbance."
"Hence the compound Yusuf is working on—it's different from the ones we're already been exposed to in the past."
"Brain function in the dream will be about twenty times to normal. When you enter a dream within that dream, the effect is compounded: it's three dreams, that's ten hours times twen..." Yusuf started to say before Eames interrupts.
"I'm sorry, uh, math was never my strong subject. How much time is that?"
"A week in the first level…six months on the second…" Cobb said as he figured out the math.
"…ten years on the third," Ai finished it.
"Who would wanna be stuck in a dream for ten years?" Ariadne started to say.
"It depends on the dream," Yusuf said.
"It also depends on the dreamer…quite frankly, ten years is plenty enough for most people to reflect on their life," Ai said as she pulled out a pack of smokes and hit the carton on the palm of her hand. "So…are we able to take a break from all this briefing? Or, shall I just go and let you guys continue while I go for my smoke break?" Ai asked as she stood up from her chair.
Dom nodded his head as Ai took her leave to head out of the room; Eames was watching her all the more.
A/N: Ok, I might have switched a couple of things in the order of this scene...that's because of the draft verison of the script I saw online. But, it'll start getting good in the next couple of chapters.