After that, everything seemed to happen so quickly and the next thing Arthur knew was he was mentally transported to another time, another place where rain was falling down all around them. He could feel the lightening in the air and the rain pouring down on him. He felt cold, wet and then a piercing pain came between his ribs. Arthur watched Eames with a look betrayal - absolutely sure that Eames was the one possessed because why else would he possibly knife him like that?

Back in the real world, Arthur inhaled sharply and brought both hands up to his chest as though expecting to feel a fresh wound there. He tried to step away but managed to stumble out of the chair instead. "Fuck -- fuck," he felt his breathing coming in sharp breaths.

It was like the first time only, he didn't have a wound that mirrored this one - at least not in exactly the same place. He leaned against the island, holding his hands to his chest where the wound would have been at that time, resting his head back - images and flashes going through his mind.

Maybe one of them had been possessed. Maybe neither of them had been. All he knew was his life had been over at that moment and he'd never forget the look in Eames' eyes.