His back turned slightly still, Arthur throws his totem a few inches into the air and lets it fall. It's a different number. He throws it again and the results are, once more, blessedly different. This is a dream. His totem isn't broken.

Fully assured, he lets the die fall back into his pocket and then rotates fully to face Eames. "That I have been, apparently, trapped in a strange hotel for several weeks now and it is, in fact, quite real. And then, one day, I open a new door and there you are."