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[extract_themind]

[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

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[pointwoman]

Dom? [And Arthur is just wandering in from her reality, where she not only experienced the first natural dream she's had in years, but also woke up to a thunderstorm of... soap bubbles. That, and the latest addition to the Plane's cast of characters is starting to make her wonder if maybe she didn't just dive off the deep end.

And yes, those are a couple bubbles detaching themselves from her trenchcoat and drifting to the ground, only to pop. What is her life.]

[extract_themind]

[The moment he hears his name coming from a female speaker, his brows crease in confusion. That voice didn't belong to Ariadne, he knows her voice. This is one he doesn't recognize, not at all. Then again once he actually spots the woman, he's noticed that he doesn't know her either. Which makes him wonder how she knows him.]

Who wants to know?

[pointwoman]

[Maybe she is still dreaming. That's almost a comforting thought. Any minute now she'll wake up for real and then call in some favors to get her head examined. Oh god, there's a bubble sticking to her hair still.

She pinches the bridge of her nose.] Nobody important. It's not as if we've worked together for several years now.

[extract_themind]

[He shoves his left hand into his pocket, wrapping it around the top within.]

No offense but I've never worked with you. I remember everyone that I've ever worked with, you're not one of them.

[pointwoman]

[She mutters something that sounds suspiciously like 'of course you don't, nothing else about this day makes sense'.] I'd be more insulted if I weren't entertaining the idea this is all the product of an overheated brain.

[extract_themind]

Why don't you tell me who you are and we'll go from there. [It seemed like the most logical course of action.]

[pointwoman]

[God, she hates this day so much.] Arthur.

[extract_themind]

[Right...] Now explain to me how you know me [There's a slight pause as he watches her before he speaks again.] There's only one Arthur I've ever worked with and he sure as hell isn't a girl.

[pointwoman]

[She settles her hands in the pockets of her trench (Burberry, of course).] I'm very happy for him.

[extract_themind]

[If looks could bore into a soul, the one he's giving her probably could. He's noticed the trench and what it is.] I doubt you are, that still doesn't explain anything.

[pointwoman]

[Seriously, worst day ever.] What the hell am I supposed to explain?

[extract_themind]

It doesn't explain how the hell you know me. [He needs more to go off of, something only himself and Arthur would know.]

[pointwoman]

I'm your damn Point.

[extract_themind]

[Those eyes narrow on her, there's no way in hell...] What is that exactly? [Play dumb for a moment, just to see what the hell happens. Then as an after thought...] What was the first thing you ever gave my little girl? [If she says she's Arthur, then that's something she should know.]

[pointwoman]

A stuffed cat that I had to replace a few months later because she managed to get its arm torn off. [She's not even going to dignify the Point question with an answer.] You do realize anyone with rudimentary knowledge of military terms could probably a fake a reasonable answer to what a Point is, don't you?

[extract_themind]

[Dom? He's not impressed one bit. In fact, the extractor is confused as all hell. The Arthur he knows is NOT female and yet...]

Yeah, I know.