It's an easy thing to feel. Eames can't say he hadn't been there at one point, when he had fallen for a pointman with a stick up his ass and a beautiful mind.

"Go," he says, waving a hand at him. "Go now. Do not wait another moment or you will anger the spirits," he says, glaring at the man.

He stumbles backwards, eyes widening but there's a shy smile.

"I will. I'll tell him how I feel. Maybe..."

"No, maybe. It will be done. It is foretold."

The man nods eagerly, backing away. "Thank you. Thank you. I... thank you," he says, finally turning and running down the sidewalk to find Paul.