John Eames was reassured to see his daughter.
She looked good.
- Thanks for everything Bobby.
John Eames didn't have to thank him.
It was only natural.
Eames was like his little sister...
And he wanted to help her...
Protect her.
- I'm looking out for Alex.
His words were spoken in all seriousness.
John Eames nodded, and held out his hand, which Goren shook.
- I know Alex will be well taken care of with you.
John Eames pulled his hand away from Goren's, who was looking at him quizzically.
So Alex's father trusted him that much.
But when it came to protecting Alex...
He could trust him.
He would protect her at the risk of his life.
And wouldn't allow anything like this to happen again.
- But... John Eames looked him straight in the eye. If you could keep her from going out...
Goren understood what Alex's father was getting at.
As long as we didn't stop Walter Regan...
It was better that Eames didn't get out.
Goren couldn't risk her going out...
And be attacked again.
It was her safety first.
- Yes... I'll see to it.
Knowing Eames...
She was not going to like it at all.
But he had to.
He couldn't take any chances.
Even if he had to face her wrath.
- Keep me posted...
Goren snapped out of his thoughts, only to see John Eames waving at him and heading for his car.
He opened the door to the lobby, walked up the stairs, and stopped at the door to his apartment.
Goren heard a loud crash...
Like glass breaking.
He was startled, and rushed inside the apartment, worried sick.
This sound did not tell him anything worthwhile.
Damn it...
Don't tell me...
- Alex.
Nobody in the living room.
- I can't take it anymore...
At Eames' screams, his heart froze with fear, and he rushed into the bedroom.
But he stopped short, as if forbidden, shocked, by the scene before his eyes.
My God...
It could not be true...
It was a nightmare.
He had only left her for a few minutes to take her father downstairs.
And he never expected to see what he was seeing.
Eames had his arms out through the broken window glass, and they were bleeding.
What the hell...
Why had he left her alone...
He had thought...
When in fact...
Goren didn't hesitate for a second, and rushed to Alex's side.
He wrapped his arm around her waist, and took her arm in his hand, trying to pull her arms away from the glass.
But Eames struggled.
With all its forces, she gave him punches, kicks.
He grimaced under the pain of the blows, but did not let her go.
- Let me go.
No...
Goren would not let her go.
That was out of the question.
Eames could hit him...
He wouldn't let go.
- Alex... Stop.
She shook her head in denial, refusing to listen to him.
Why would she stop...
Her life was over.
She would never see again.
She was in complete darkness.
And she would never see the light again.
She was in too much pain...
Too much pain to stay alive.
- No.
When she refused to comply, Goren had to use force, and pulled her away from the glass.
He turned her towards him.
- Bastard..
Eames pounded his fists violently on his chest, yelling all sorts of insults, which made Goren blush.
And suddenly her anger fell, and instead of fists, she took his shirt in her hands, and threw herself into his arms, clinging desperately to the fabric, bursting into tears, and crying her eyes out, screaming all her despair.
- I want to die...
At his words, Goren's heart broke into a thousand pieces.
Eames wanted to die...
It couldn't be possible.
A violent anger invaded him.
No...
It would not be.
He would not let her.
- I forbid it.
At her words, spoken from the depths of her heart, Eames raised her head, her face bathed in tears.
Had she heard him right...
Goren was forbidding her to die...
And that intonation in his voice...
That command.
He had never spoken to her in that tone.
- But...
Gently, he placed his hand on her golden hair, gently lowering his face to her chest.
- It's okay Alex... I'm here.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her gently against him.
Damn it...
Goren should have known that underneath her air of not letting anything show, Eames was deeply hurt, and desperate.
But he hadn't seen anything...
How he hated himself.