They had held Arthur for three days, expecting the usual torture and torment to work. Bound. No food or water. A small, dark room. With anyone else it might have been torture. For Arthur though it was merely saving his energy until he attacked.

An attack that came as they administered a drug to try and force him to confess. It did give him hope of one thing. It meant that Eames hadn't talked either.

Teeth and anger and the violence he so carefully kept at bay reared its ugly head though, and in the end there were four men dead, and he's ripping off the lock to Eames' cell.

"Eames? You ..." He couldn't bring himself to ask alive. "Okay? Can you hear me," he called into the darkness, trying to use the light from the main room to see the forger.