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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 sound and talking explosives in her spare time. It was, no pun intended, a dream job.

So it was Arthur wasn't expecting the attack that came. He and Ariadne asleep in his bed, curled up around one another. One moment in a dead, dreamless sleep, in the next Arthur felt something. A sharp prick, a pain, and then the darkness of sleep came again.

When he came to everything had changed. The bed replaced by a thin mattress on a cold, tile floor. No carpeting, no blankets, and most disturbing of all, no Ariadne.

Sitting up, blinking against the dark. No lights, not even a seam where a door didn't quite match the floor. He didn't move, trying to hear anything. Breathing. The sound of a snore.

"Ariadne?"

He whispered her name, worried about anyone else knowing he was awake from whatever it was they'd given him.

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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.