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[Eames happens to be in a library at the moment (or what appears to be one, in any case), and is walking along the outside line of the shelves, grinning.]

This isn't half bad, really. I could offer a few suggestions, of course, but just the lack of projections means it's cosier than most dreams I've visited.

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It isn't. And try it if you don't believe me.

[PS, if you care to look? some of the walls have become tinted glass instead. Much better.]

The glass is enough for now, thank you. What exactly have you done with yourself for the last three months?

After realizing I have no idea how to get back? Nothing. [It's almost an exasperated sigh.]

Nothing? That's quite some time for doing nothing. You really should work on that.

And what would you suggest?

Make friends and influence people? If nothing else, someone may know a way out of this place.

... I've already talked to people. [Note he said nothing of making friends.]

Of course you have, darling. And I'm sure they're duly influenced.

[No words. Just a look.]

[Ah, that never gets old.]

Where would one be likely to find these people you've spoken with?

Somewhere around here, I assume. They never go far. Why?

I was thinking I could speak with them, just to be certain you hadn't missed anything.

Go right ahead. [He nods, gesturing to someone behind Eames a ways.]

[And there's Heero, sitting at a table, poking away at his laptop. Are we surprised? No, we are not.]

[Eames walks over, looking first at the laptop, and then its user. Not his first choice of information source, but one works with what one is given.]

Excuse me, could I have a moment?

[Heero nods, finishing something up... then pushes his laptop away and looks up at Eames.]

Yeah, sure.

[Perhaps Arthur didn't have as much difficulty making friends as Eames thought.]

Cutting straight to the point, do you know how someone would go about leaving this place?

That... depends. Where do you want to go? You new here?

I am, yes. I would say back to where I was, but Los Angeles has never much held my interest.

[He laughs a bit.] Yeah. I don't really like California either.

You can't go back. Not really. Not in the way you want.

["Not in the way you want" is certainly an odd thing to say.]

Why not?

Hard to explain. It's more like you're always tied to here. If you do go back, which can happen, you end up here again eventually. The physics don't make any sense either.

[A pause. He's never had to play welcoming committee before. This is weird.] Heero Yuy. And you are?

Eames. Is there any particular reason for being stuck in this place?

Blame the musers. That's the only answer we have.

Musers? Not a term I'm familiar with.