Arthur woke up first in the morning. He was still pressed up against Ariadne, her hair on his face. Sitting up slightly so that he didn't wake her up, he looked over at the alarm clock on the side table. It was nine. He removed his arms from around her and got off the bed slowly. His jacket was crumpled on the floor and he went to get his phone in the pocket.

Arthur shut the bedroom door behind him and dialed a number. When the person on the other end answered, Arthur said he needed a private jet back to Paris as well as the necessary paper work to enter the country. Once he was finished with the call. He went back into the bedroom.