- William and Amy Martines, and their granddaughter Frances...

Emaes looked at the crime scene.

Goren was already inspecting the body of the father, who was holding his daughter.

A little further away, at his feet, was the mother.

What was strange about this scene...

It was that the murderer had attacked the mother.

It was difficult to recognize the mother's face, so disfigured was it by the stabbing.

While the father, and the daughter had just been shot.

Everything gave to think that it was especially after the mother that the murderer had some. And that the father and daughter had been there at the wrong time.

Goren put his hands on the body of the father, who was holding his daughter in his arms.

He had wrapped his body around his child's, making a shield.

But even so, it didn't save the little girl from being hit, and dying instantly.

Damn it...

He always had a hard time when there was a child at the scene of a crime.

Poor little Frances...

Frances...

His heart sank.

Damn it...

This little girl had his dead mother's name.

His eyes were attracted by something that had just moved.

He was startled.

In front of him, the little girl's fingers were coming to life, moving.

This could not be possible...

This child could not survive such a blow.

And yet...

It was her fingers that he saw moving.

Goren glanced around.

Was he dreaming...

He couldn't say that he had seen the little girl's fingers move.

He was already being taken for a fool.

If he said that, it wouldn't help people's opinion of him.

His gaze fell on Eames.

She was inspecting the mother.

He returned his attention to the little girl's hand, whose fingers were still moving.

He had to be sure.

Eames was the only one of the criminals who did not consider him crazy.

- Eames...

At her name, Eames took his eyes off the mother's body, and put them on Goren.

He made a strange face, as if he had seen a ghost.

What could have happened to make him look so white?

Goren waved his hand and asked him to come closer.

Eames got up, moved away from the body, and walked towards Goren.

When he reached her, Eames saw Goren looking around and pointing to the little girl's fingers.

Why did he want her to look at the little girl's hand...

Had he discovered something...

- Look...

The little fingers moved.

Eames gasped.

My God...

How could this be...

After the blow she had received, she shouldn't be alive.

It couldn't be.

And yet...

Her little fingers moving...

Saying that she was alive and well.

So that was why Goren had been so livid.

The little girl was not dead...

But alive.

- She is alive...

Goren nodded his head.

He felt a great relief.

He had not been dreaming...

And he wasn't crazy.

If Eames was seeing exactly what he was seeing...

He was not yet crazy.

And that he was still in his right mind.

Carefully, and with great care, he pulled the little girl away from her father's arms, and lifted her into his arms.

- We are right next to the hospital...

Goren looked at Eames, looking serious.

There was no time to lose.

This child's life was at stake.

Eames nodded.

Goren didn't need to say anything, Eames knew what he was going to do.

- I'm taking him there...