[ There's a conversation going on but it's not picked up clearly at all and seems to get clearer halfway in: ]
I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong person.
I don't know anyone named Tom.
Well, I do, but he doesn't look like me. At all.
Sorry.
[ There's some insistence on the mystery other party's side and then the sound of someone - Arthur
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Only used that name once.
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[ Arthur does an abrupt about-face and squints at the corner down the shallow alley, walks to the crouched figure. When he's down there like that and in the alley besides, Arthur can't get a good look at him...well not yet. ]
Do you need help?
[ Contrary to some wide-spread belief, being a criminal doesn't make you a bad guy all of the time. It's the best kind that can at least play at a decent citizen but the truth is often enough, Arthur is, right down to accurately paying his taxes. Helping someone who might need it, a kid it looks like, is considerably easier to do than to not do. ]
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No, things are fine.
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What're you doing here?
[ Arthur knows everyone just gets dragged into the City but most people don't hole up in corners of alleys. ]
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Arthur? Is that you?
[ A beat. ]
It sounds like you.
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[ He's thinking; it's not you. But then he's remembering running into an Eames who wasn't Eames and yet was, in all the ways that seemed to amount to meaning anything. Because if this is a dream then he has to remember rules don't break so much as twist and reshape. And if this is a dream then the rules aren't the same anyway. You don't wake up if you die. You don't necessarily remember everything you've done.
It's a dream but it's not a dream. Those are Dom's eyes.
He shakes himself out of the reverie. ]
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Who are...
Dom?
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[ He'll leave it at that, for now. If the pattern holds, they'll both be gone soon. In theory. ]
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[ Might as well ask while he has the chance. ]
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