In agreement with Johnny Eames, Alex's father, they decided that Eames would be better off at Goren's, that he could take care of Eames, and that he could watch his back.
John Eames had told him that he had received a letter from a Walter Regan, a man he had put in jail, and that this man at the time, had sworn revenge on him when he got out.
And that on the letter he had received, there were his threats.
And so...
So he had gone after Alex, as she was his daughter.
But Walter Regan was out of prison, and soon after Eames was attacked.
And by the time the NYPD found him, it was better that she had someone to protect her, like a bodyguard, and he couldn't leave Eames unattended.
So Goren offered to be that person, and Johnny Eames agreed.
He had full confidence in Goren to let him protect his daughter.
Besides...
Goren refused to let Eames on their watch, even if they were colleagues.
You never knew if one of the policemen could be a bad guy.
And if Eames was at his place, she was less likely to be caught than at home, or anywhere else.
Walter Regan would never think of finding her there, unless there was a rat in the NYPD.
- We're here... Alex.
Eames tightened his trembling fingers on her arm.
Goren felt Eames' apprehension.
She looked totally lost...
And at that moment...
She looked like a little girl.
He knew that for Eames this was something new...
And something hard.
And she would need time to get used to her new situation.
- Don't worry... Gently, he placed his hand on hers, trying to soothe her. Everything will be fine.
It was strange...
Despite her fear...
Eames trusted what he was telling her.
She was willing to believe his words.
And yet...
She knew very well that she would never regain her sight.
So how could she trust his words.
And how could she believe, that everything would be all right...
Gently, he moved forward, guiding Eames.
- Be careful... He moved Alex's arm to the railing, and gently put his fingers on it. We are in front of the stairs.
Eames felt the railing under her fingers, and with the other, she had her hand on Goren's arm, unable to let go.
She was so afraid.
Afraid of what might happen if she missed a step.
But Goren was really very gentle with her
And very patient...
And little by little...
He calmed her fears.
- If you need to lean on me the most... Don't hesitate.
Eames nodded his head.
How could she thank him for all this attention.
She knew he was a kind, helpful person...
But she didn't want to take advantage of him...
Or the situation.
She didn't want to be a burden.
- Whenever you feel ready...
Slowly, Eames began to lift her right foot, and put it on the step above.
And little by little, she managed to climb the steps.
Slowly...
But surely.
When she reached the last step, Goren gave Eames time to rest.
It must have been a great effort for her...
And she must have been tired.
- We can go...
Eames nodded.
Slowly and gently, he guided her to the door of her apartment.
He opened the door, and let her in, closing the door behind them.
Goren led Eames to the couch, where he helped her sit down.
- I'll put your things in the bedroom.
Goren felt Eames' little fingers tighten on his arm, stopping him in his tracks.
And stopping him.
- Don't leave me.
At her words, his heart sank.
He turned to her.
On her face, he could see the fear.
Damn it...
He had to find a way to calm her down.
To make her understand...
That he would never abandon her.
With gentleness, he put his hand on hers.
He had to be gentle and patient with Eames.
She was afraid...
And he could understand that.
To spend her whole life in the light...
And then overnight...
To be in complete darkness.
How could she not be afraid.
It was perfectly normal...
And totally human.
But he had to help her overcome that fear.
And one day who knows...
She wouldn't need him anymore.
But this idea displeased him strongly.
He wanted to take care of her.
To give her back a hundredfold what she had done for him.
And if she did not need him anymore...
What would become of him.
- I'll just put your things down... He spoke in a soft voice. And I'll be right back.
Reluctantly, Eames nodded, and spread his fingers over his hands.