- Alex... Wake up.
Eames could hear a small voice calling her.
But she didn't want to listen to it.
She wanted to stay in her dream.
- Alex...
Refusing to wake up, she felt small hands shaking her.
God Good...
Who could well...
If it was Goren...
She would kill him.
- Alex... Come on... Wake up.
All right...
She would wake up.
Because she understood that the person in question would not leave her alone until she woke up.
So she had better get up.
Eames grumbling opened her eyelids, and fell nose to nose with two big brown eyes that looked at her with insistence.
Strange...
His eyes were very similar to Goren's, but the color differed from his partner's in a more amber tone.
Who...
- Finally you are awake.
At the little childish voice crying out with joy, Eames understood that the person who had woken him up with insistence...
Was none other than Goren's niece...
Molly.
Name of God...
So even this insistence...
Molly had inherited it from her uncle.
Who was also insistent with her...
When she wanted something.
Eames never thought he would meet Goren's model in a smaller size.
Eames forced himself to get up, made himself comfortable on the bed, his back against the pillows.
Molly lowered her head, looked at her hands, which she clenched nervously.
- I'm sorry I peed in your bed.
At her words, and at Molly's look of shame, Eames looked at the little girl, and felt a great tenderness rise up in her.
Molly had not wetted her bed on purpose.
And certainly not in her own bed.
And the fact that she felt so ashamed, saddened Eames.

Molly looked so much like her uncle.
Gently, Eames reached out to Molly's ebony curls and ruffled them.
- I don't blame you at all.
At his words, Molly looked up at Eames, looked at her as if she were forbidden.
Was it true...
Alex was not angry with her.
Because of her...
Eames had to sleep in her uncle's room.
And her uncle...
My God...
He'd had to take one of the guest rooms at the last minute.
Molly blamed herself.
If she hadn't crashed in Alex's bed...
She would never have stopped Alex from sleeping in his bed.
And because of her...
- Molly... Don't worry about it.
Molly could tell from the big, soft, hazel eyes that Eames was looking at her that Alex wasn't mad at her, and she felt a huge relief rise up inside her.
- If you want... Eames patted the seat right next to her. You can come and join me.
At his words, Molly was so happy, that she didn't waste a second and came to sit next to Alex.
- You know Alex... I like you... Molly nestled her little brown head on Eames' shoulder, and Eames wrapped his arm around Molly's small waist, holding her tightly. You put up with my chatter... While Uncle Bobby... She crossed her arms, biting her lip, pouting. He runs away from me.
Bobby ran away from Molly because of her chatter...
He was a real chatterbox.
Couldn't stand his niece's chatter.
It was quite comical.
Eames smiled mockingly at her lips.
So Molly was avenging her in a way.
When Goren told her about his grand theories...
And that it could go on for hours.
So there was a justice.
- Your uncle is as talkative as you are... Eames lowered his face to Molly's, brought his lips to her little ear. I think you look a lot like him.
At his words, Molly pinked with pleasure.
She looked like her uncle.
Alex couldn't have paid her a better compliment.

Especially since she adored Bobby.
He had always taken care of her like a father.
So to have Alex tell her that...
Could only make her happy.
- It's true...
Eames nodded.
- Alex... You didn't see...
Goren stopped dead in the doorway, discovering the scene of an Eames gently holding a little Molly.
A scene that looked like a mother and daughter.
At this vision, Goren felt his heart violently racing in his chest.
He had never expected to see such a scene.
He had been worried about looking for Molly.
And there she was...
With Eames.
He should have known...
That after finding her in Eames' bed...
She would be here this morning.
Molly had become attached to Eames.
On the one hand that was good.
But on the other hand...
He didn't want her to be unhappy.
Because when Eames left...
He could already see the drama.
The drama of an inconsolable Molly.
Because there was no way Eames would like to come back with him.
- Uncle Bobby... Molly raised her hand and pointed an accusing finger at her uncle. You don't just walk into a lady's room.
I'm sorry.
Was he dreaming.
Or was Molly lecturing him.
Goren hadn't had bad intentions when he entered the room.
In addition...
It was his room.
And he had his stuff there.
He could still come in and get his stuff.
Without anyone immediately thinking bad things.
- You see Alex... Molly turned to Alex, raised a serious face to her. Uncle Bobby is trying to see you in your underwear.
What.
At her words, Goren blushed violently.
- But it's not okay to say things like that…

At Goren's offended shouts, Molly burst out laughing, under an Eames who looked at them, stunned.
Name of God...
Molly didn't mince words.
And so was Goren.
This was going to be a promising promiscuity between these two.
- Said Alex... Molly looked up at Eames with her big brown eyes. You'll come for a walk with us this afternoon.
A walk with Bobby and Molly.
What a great idea.
Maybe she could discover some new places.
- We need to go to the other side of the river... And in a boat.
Good God...
He who had not dared to propose to Eames to join them.
Given what had happened yesterday.
For fear that she would think he would try something.
It hadn't even occurred to him to ask Molly to propose.
And Molly would naturally propose it to Eames.
- A boat... Eames looked up at Goren. That means we're going to cross the river...
Goren nodded.
- Then I'll come.
Eames was going to come.
To join them.
Was it true.
He who had not dared...
For fear of being refused.
And yet...
The big hazel eyes that Eames put on him, shone with excitement, and his cheeks were pink with pleasure.
Good God...
But she was really adorable.
And if it wasn't for Molly...
He would have gladly kissed her.
But he had to control himself.
And above all...
Flee this room as fast as possible.
- Well me... Goren, red in the cheeks, put his hand to his neck, looked away, everything was embarrassing. I'll go and have my breakfast.
He turned away, running away.
- Wait for Uncle Bobby...
At Molly's screams, Goren stopped, mumbling.

Good God...
Couldn't Molly see that he wanted to get away from Eames as quickly as possible.
Small footsteps rushed after him, and he felt small fingers intertwining with his own.
Then he lowered his face, to find himself face to face with two large brown eyes that looked at him with affection, and a small smile on Molly's lips.
- I'll come with you.
Goren gently squeezed his niece's hand in his, and they both walked out of the room, with an Eames looking on, tenderized.
Such a big man with such a little girl...
It was really too cute.
Eames lay back down under the sheets, and taking advantage of being alone, she closed her eyelids.
After all...
If she, Goren and Molly had to take a boat across the river...
It was better that she be well rested to enjoy the afternoon.