[Fischer and Cobb are speaking in the hotel bar] [as "Mr. Charles"]

I specialize in a very specific type of security. Subconscious security.

Are you talking about dreams? Are you talking about extraction?

I am here to protect you... [the projections in the bar suddenly look at Cobb, and he glimpses images of his children through a window] ...Mr. Fischer, I am here to protect you in the event that someone tries to access your mind through your dreams. You're not safe here. They're coming for you. [rain suddenly begins pouring down outside] Strange weather, isn't it? You've actually been trained for this, Mr. Fischer. [chairs and glasses in the bar begin shifting sideways] Pay attention to the strangeness of the weather, the shift in gravity. None of this is real. You're in a dream. [the projections stare at Cobb again] Now, the easiest way for you to test yourself is to try and remember how you arrived at this hotel. Can you do that?

Yeah, I, uh... [looks confused]

Breathe, remember your training. Accept the fact that you're in a dream and I'm here to protect you. Go on.

You're not real?

No, no. [the projections ignore him again] I'm a projection of your subconscious. I was sent here to protect you in the event that extractors tried to pull you into a dream. And I believe that what's going on right now, Mr. Fischer.

Yeah, okay. Can you get me out of here?

Right away. Follow me.