Arthur didn't know what Ariadne had seen, but it was clear that it still haunted her. When the rest of the team dispersed, it had been harder for him to let her go. She seemed to return his affection, but it took a while to get close enough to recognize her lingering troubles.

"I can't trust my dreams," she'd finally confessed. "Because of Limbo. I can't trust my totem. I'm afraid of getting trapped. Like Mal. Like Dom."

"Let me build you somewhere safe," he offered, thinking of clean modern lines. But she shook her head.

"That's how it starts."