It's only when I hit the ground, It causes all the grief - For dreamsofmazes

[loadedparadox]

The job in Spain had been going well. A long term research project that meant a lot of studies, dozen of dozens of notes and Ariadne having to do and redo the work on the dream layouts. Yet it wasn't bad work. The extractor was good at his job, and the forger they brought in kept low. Even Edith was easy to work with now that she was back, safe and

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[dreamsofmazes]

She doesn't recall how long she was out, or how she even got there. All she knew was; she had a massive headache, and she was laying on a cold, dark floor when she finally did come to.

Trying like hell to let her eyes adjust to the darkness, she found herself, pushing slowly up onto her hands and knees, attempting to feel around for where she might be.

"Arthur!" It was a rasped out scream for help she knew that. But she didn't know what else to do. And the idea that something could have happened to him only caused her to collapse back into the ground, letting out a small sob. Knowing she honestly didn't know what to do.

[loadedparadox]

He heard movement, the sound of something, someone and then his name. That sharp sound. Her voice.

Jerking to his feet, spinning slowly as he tried to orient himself. There had to be a connection, another room perhaps. He could hear her but the sound wasn't there, wasn't in the room with her but it had to be close. She'd heard him, was alive and close.

"Ariadne, again? Please. Steady this time." He needed to orient himself, figure out which way she was from his room.

[dreamsofmazes]

Inhaling sharply, her sobs all together stopping, as she strained to hear what she thought she did. Arthur? Was she hearing things? Her heart started to race again, quickly scurrying along the wall, trying to pinpoint where she thought she heard the muffled sound of his voice.

"Arthur?!" Her tone a bit stronger as she yelled, rising up to her feet as she did, attempting to listen for any signs of him. "Where are you?"

[loadedparadox]

Holding his breath, trying not to stop himself from hearing something, anything. He needed to know if it was her, needed to hear her and know she was alive. Know it was her and not some sick game to be played with him.

And there it was again. Stronger this time, knowing it was her.

"Close! I can hear you." He moved along the wall, running his hands up and down over the rough surface. "Can you find a window? A grate?"