Eames trips to the bar are nothing if not colourful. In Mumbai, his cocktail is rudely interrupted by a spray of gunfire, as a few mafia thugs come looking for the vial of one of Usuf's concoctions that he is carrying. "Hello there ladies," he says as he dives into a group to disguise his exit. He slings an arm around a girl's shoulder, and gets slapped for his troubles.

It must be one hell of a slap, because when Eames opens his eyes, he's in a completely different bar, surrounded by people who wouldn't be out of place in sci fi convention. He reaches into his pocket for his gun and poker chip as he looks around himself. If someone's put him under, they've really sucked at coming up with a creative scenario that he can believe.

"Down the rabbit hole once me," he says to himself as he rubs at his cheek.