It could have been whatever they put him under with. Really, it could have been half a dozen things Arthur could think of and another two dozen he hadn't yet come up with, but for now he was going to let the topic lie until he had more information.

Maybe the most distressing thing was that he wasn't really sure whether this was the real Eames or not and just as he wasn't sure whether it would be worse for it to be a dream or not, he wasn't sure if it was better that this was the real Eames and this was a dream, that meant that Eames had betrayed him. They'd had their differences and their bickering over the years, but Eames had been one of the few people in their line of work that Arthur had never expected that from.

"No, I can't." He gave Eames a sidelong glance. "I think I need a drink."