[Eames knocks on the door of Dom and Mal’s house. It opens!]
Philippa, dressed as a doctor: Did you slip on a banana peel, too?
Eames: What?
Philippa: I’m afraid you’re gonna need surgery.
Eames: *looks over her shoulder and finds a bandaged up Arthur*
Arthur, resigned and fond: Don’t fight it. The kid is fierce.











