- Mom...

At this little whisper, Eames got up from his seat, approached Francès, his heart beating wildly in his chest.

Had she heard the little girl right...

Wasn't it a dream?

When she reached the little girl, she bent her head towards her face.

Eames found herself face to face with two large emerald eyes.

Her eyes were questioning him.

My God...

Alex felt her heart racing.

It was a miracle.

Frances...

After what she had been through...

She had made it through.

With gentleness, Eames brought his hand to the little girl's face, stroking it with infinite tenderness.

- Eames gave her a small smile. I'm Detective Eames...

Why was a detective at his side...

And where was she...

She didn't recognize her room.

And what were those wires on her body, connected to that strange electronic device.

And where were her parents...

An anguish rose in her.

Had something happened to her parents...

At the expression of panic that appeared on the face of the little girl, Eames felt her heart tighten.

She had to try to reassure her.

This room had to be scary...

And there were no parents with her.

But how to tell her...

Explain to her...

That her parents would never come back.

For those things...

She wasn't very good at it.

She often let her partner do it.

Speaking of her partner...

Goren was still dozing on the little girl's hand.

Should she wake him up...

- Eames...

At his name, Eames turned his gaze back to Frances.

- You can call me Alex...

With gentleness, Eames put her fingers on one of the rebellious golden locks of Francès, placed it delicately behind her ear, and let her fingers slide along her cheek, caressed it with an infinite tenderness.

Francès looked intrigued the small blond lady leaned towards her.

Alex she had said was called...

That she was an inspector.

But where were her parents...

She felt a warm breath on her fingers, and turned her gaze in the direction from which the breath came.

Daddy...

But her heart sank.

It wasn't her daddy.

She found herself face to face with half-beige, half-ash curls.

Francès did not know this hair.

Her father was like her...

Blond.

It was from him that she had inherited her hair.

But this man who was dozing at her little hand...

Who was he...

He opened his brown eyes and put his finger to his lips.

Making Francès understand not to say that he was awake.

Why shouldn't she say he was awake...

He was a strange man...

- Don't worry Francès... Francès turned to Alex. He's my partner Bobby...

So that was it...

He was a detective too...

But why were there two detectives near her.

It was really very strange.

- Francès... Eames gave Francès a small smile. Try to go back to sleep. She spoke softly, which soothed the little girl. I'll explain everything later. Her big hazel eyes shone with tenderness. Okay...

Frances nodded.

Alex had such a sweet voice...

Very soothing.

She sounded very nice...

Very sweet...

The sound of her voice...

Little by little...

Frances closed his little eyelids and finally fell asleep, under the gaze of a tenderized Alex.

- That's good... My angel.

Contrary to what Alex thought, Bobby was well and truly awake.

That he had listened to everything...

And that he couldn't take his eyes off the scene unfolding before his eyes.

Eames was there...

Taking care of Frances...

Talking to him gently, smiling at him, and lovingly caressing his face.

He knew that Eames was a deeply kind person...

But he had never seen her so demonstrative...

So much by the sweetness of her words...

In her gestures...

Especially towards a child.

In general...

She was very careful to separate work from her private life.

It seems that this little one had managed to get past that stage.

And that she had taken a liking to this child.

Underneath her sarcastic exterior...

Eames was a very sweet person, and very caring.

And Francès had brought out this deep tenderness that Eames hid deep inside herself.

At this vision, Goren felt his heart beat violently in his chest.

Should he signal that he was awake.

Or pretend to be asleep.

No...

He should not...

He didn't want to stop seeing what he was seeing.

Goren felt a look on his face.

He met big emerald eyes on him.

Frances...

He put his finger on his lips, making the little girl understand that it was not necessary to say that he was awake.

Francès questioned him with his eyes...

Not understanding why he didn't want her to say he was awake.

- Frances...

At Eames' voice...

Frances turned his attention to Alex.

Goren stood there without moving...

Silently watching the scene unfold before his eyes...

His heart beating out of his chest.