Arthur shook his head. "It's a dream. Anything is possible. If it's not my dream and it's not your dream, than anything someone else makes up is possible." Showing him the Doctor wasn't going to prove a damn thing.
That didn't mean he wasn't curious, however. The more he learned about this dream, the more likely he was to find out who was behind the whole thing. So far he hadn't found a place that he was likely to hide anything, and he couldn't believe that anyone else was capable of inception other than Eames or Cobb, both men he was fairly sure he trusted.
"It's not fantastic. It's scientific. Discovered five years ago by an international collaboration of military scientists." He stood up with it in his hand, and then he bent down for his other suitcase.