- Uncle Bobby...
Uncle Bobby...
Where did Goren take him.
He hid the destination from him the whole way.
And as soon as he arrived...
There was this little girl's voice calling him Uncle Goren.
- Where are we...
Now Goren could tell Eames where they were.
Not that he couldn't have told him rather.
But you never know...
He had preferred to play with the card of prudence.
- At my great-aunt's house... in Maine...
In Maine...
What the hell...
But it was a long way from New York...
From his family.
Why hadn't he told her?
Was he afraid she would ask him to bring her back...
If she had known the destination...
Eames knew that Goren had brought him here for his safety.
But still...
He could have told her...
And not been so discreet.
- Who is the lady...
The little girl looked at Eames with all her length...
And stopped her big brown eyes at Eames' gaze.
Strange...
Her eyes had no sparkle...
And why wasn't she looking at her.
- Eames is my partner...Goren looked at the little girl, who was none other than his niece, and who had grown up quite a bit since the last time he had seen her. Molly... Where is Cathy...
Cathy...
Eames felt a small pang of jealousy at the name.
Who could this woman be...
And why bring her here...
If there was already this woman.
- Cathy is my great-aunt... His lips brushed her ear, his breath brushing the back of her neck, making her shiver. And Molly is my niece...
Goren had seen Eames' expression change at his great-aunt's name.
He wondered what she could have imagined...
Eames pursed his lips, and his cheeks turned red.
Eames felt something wet and warm at his hand.
- Leave her alone, Jumper.
Goren ordered the animal to leave her alone.
Why...
Jumper...
She heard a small squeak.
Could it be a dog.
She felt a muzzle go into her hand, asking for caresses.
Yes, it was a dog.
But why did Goren want the dog to get away from her.
She loved dogs.
- It is that it race...
Eames gently stroked the animal's head.
Jumper was so pleased that he wagged his tail.
- He's a collie.
Oh...
A male Lassie.
Lassie had been his hero as a child.
So much so that she had pestered her father to get a dog.
And in the end...
He gave in.
- Cathy is in the barn...
Goren had to tell his great-aunt about the situation.
He knew she would be happy to take him in.
But to do that he would have to leave Eames with Molly for a few minutes.
He looked at the little brown head in front of him.
Could a seven year old girl take care of Eames...
- I can trust you with Alex...
At his words, Molly gave a big smile, and her big brown eyes shone brightly.
- Yes... I'll take care of her. The little girl approached Eames and took his hand in hers, intertwining her fingers with his. You come...
Eames was not comfortable letting go of Goren.
Goren brought his lips to her ear, brushed against her.
- You are safe with Molly… And you Jumper better leave her alone.
Reluctantly, Eames let go of Goren's arm, and let Molly guide her, followed by Jumper..
- So you're in love with Bobby... Eames blushed violently at the little girl's words. You're the first woman he's brought to us...
Bobby's lover...
If only...
How to tell Molly that it wasn't what she thought.
That if Goren had brought her here...
It was just to protect her.
He never told her anything else.
- Look, it's the ranch with the horses...
At Molly's words, Eames' heart sank.
Molly felt Alex's arm tense.
She looked at Eames.
And saw the face of Eames passed to sadness.
Damn it...
Had she said...
Done something...
That she shouldn't have.
- I said something wrong...
At Molly's small, concerned voice, Eames shook his head in denial.
Molly hadn't said that on purpose.
She didn't know about his blindness.
So how could she blame her?
She had to explain it to him in simple words.
After all, Molly was still a little girl.
And use certain terms...
Or certain words...
She probably wouldn't understand.
- I can't see...
At his words, Molly's heart sank.
My God...
Alex couldn't see...
Molly understood...
Hence his dull eyes.
It was sad...
Alex was really pretty...
- I'm sorry Alex... I don't...
Alex smiled, tenderized.
And gently squeezed Molly's little fingers in his.
- Don't worry...
Molly was really cute...
And very sensitive.
She was a lot like Goren on this side.
It's a shame...
She couldn't see what Molly looked like...
She would have liked to know if she looked like Goren.
Maybe she could ask him a little later.
But for now...
She could ask her about the surroundings...
And also about the horses...
Eames did not know that in Goren's family...
Some people had like her great aunt with horses.
She who loved horses...
But she was saddened.
Even that...
She could never see him again.
- Alex...
At Molly's worried voice, Eames pulled herself together.
She didn't want to worry the little girl.
- Can you tell me what you see...
But yes...
She could do that.
And knowing she was being listened to...
Molly loved that.
Maybe she could find someone who would put up with her babbling...
That would be great.
- Over there... From the side there... She patted Alex's right arm, to let him know it was on that side. She was still having trouble with right and left. You have Uncle Toby's stud Sherlock... Gently, Molly pulled her by the hand, forcing her to follow. I chose his name. You'll see... Molly let out a little laugh. I heard Uncle Toby say... His horse is all Uncle Bobby...
Bobby compared to a horse was original...
She compared him to a bear...
But to a horse...
Could it be because of its size...
His color...
Molly stopped in front of the paddock, making Eames stop at the same time.
Eames felt a warm breath a few inches from her.
Could it be...
That breath...
- Sherlock... Here is Alex the lover of Bobby...
At her words, Eames blushed violently.
Damn it...
Was Molly going to keep saying she was Goren's lover.
Not that she didn't like it...
On the contrary...
But maybe she should explain the situation to Molly.
That it was for her safety that Goren had brought her here.
And not to introduce her as his girlfriend.
Eames felt the stallion's head to stick to her, asking for caresses.
- This is the first time I've seen him ask for a pat... except from me...
Maybe Uncle Toby was right when he compared Uncle Bobby to the stallion.
Sherlock didn't really like being touched...
Or least it was very difficult.
And now...
He was asking Alex to pet him...
Without any restraint.
- You want me to help you...
Molly was really very nice...
But she had to be able to manage.
But Eames didn't even have time to answer her...
The little girl was already putting her hand on the stallion's mane.
Gently, Eames stroked the animal.
Sherlock whinnied with pleasure.
Eames felt her heart racing.
Ever since she was a little girl she had loved horses.
And now that she couldn't see anything...
She had the chance to be near horses.
And all this...
She owed it to Goren.
A big smile appeared on Eames' face.