Chris Junior couldn't stop crying.

Eames could hear him from there, or she was.

Her heart sank.

Despite the wound on his head, which she could feel the blood running down his face, and the smell...

Eames was more worried about Chris Junior.

He was so small...

So fragile.

How could anyone attack a baby...

She could not understand such a thing.

And that's why...

Eames asked the person who attacked her not to hurt the child.

And that she would rather she be the one to suffer.

Eames had heard the kidnapper mumble a few words.

Not very understanding words.

But if she had understood some of them...

The kidnapper thought she was Goren's wife...

And Chris Junior for their child.

Which didn't make much sense.

When you knew they were hiding their relationship.

So a child...

They could never have hidden it.

And more importantly...

They couldn't have stayed partners.

But the abductor didn't seem to know that.

So if he had attacked her...

And Chris Junior...

It was to attack Goren.

But why...

Chris Junior's screams brought her out of her thoughts.

She had to find a way to free her wrists.

With the help of her tied wrists, she managed to lift her blindfold, which was hiding her sight.

It was a large, empty, cold room, like a cellar.

She looked around to see if the kidnapper was watching her...

Or that he wasn't there.

Waiting for the slightest movement to attack her again.

But no one.

Her wrists tied with adhesive plaster were maintained by a hook, she decided to turn on herself, hoping to make the adhesive plaster that held her wrists give way.

The adhesive plaster gave way, and with one blow, she fell to the ground.

Eames didn't waste a second, she grabbed the adhesive plaster that was holding her wrists to her teeth, and bit it, pulling it off.

She got to her feet and rushed toward the baby's cries, hoping to get there in time.

Eames walked through a small gallery, following the sound of Chris Junior's screams.

She found herself stopped by a door, from where she could hear Chris Junior's screams.

Chris Junior was there...

In this room.

She put her hand on the handle, and just as she had thought, the door was electrically closed.

The only way was to make a short circuit, and the door would open.

But where to find an electrical wire...

She looked in every corner of the gallery, and her eyes were drawn to something long and thin on the floor.

An electric wire...

What she was looking for.

Thank goodness.

She took the wire in her hands, and opened it.

She looked up at the small bulb that gave off the light.

It would do very well.

Eames shielded her face with her arms, and lifted the wire to the bulb, putting it down.

The bulb exploded, making a short circuit, and the door opened.

Eames rushed in, and she stopped dead in her tracks, as if frozen with fright at the vision before her eyes.

No.

This couldn't be possible.

This was simply a nightmare.

One could not do such a thing.

And yet...

She wasn't dreaming.

It was Chris Junior, who had his wrists and heels tied with ropes, and tied to the bars of a baby bed.

She did not lose a second, and rushed towards the small bed with bars.

When she reached the bed, she looked at Chris Junior, who stopped crying and looked at her with intrigue.

- I am here now...

At her words, Chris Junior put a big smile on his lips, chirped.

Eames inspected her.

But Chris Junior didn't seem to have anything.

Except for his ugly cords, which were cutting into his skin.

Good God...

How could we have tied up a baby ...

It was inhuman.

One had to be a monster.

Gently, she brought her hands to her wrists, untied them, and took care of her heels.

Chris Junior detached, she took him delicately in her arms, and looked attentively at the room where they were.

Her glance stopped on some steps, which seemed to go up.

She walked towards to the steps with quick steps.

There was not a second to lose.

Chris Junior was in danger.

Yes.

She was in danger.

But Chris Junior was a baby.

And therefore much more fragile.

And his safety was more important than hers.

Eames found himself at the foot of the steps, and with a quick step, climbed them.

- Don't worry, Chris Junior... You'll see Mom again.

At her words, Chris Junior twitted.

She reached the top of the stairs, and found herself in front of a door.

Another door.

Damn it...

And she was sure of it...

She would be locked too.

Eames without much conviction, put her hand to the handle.

And as she had predicted...

The door was closed.

But even closed...

It was no longer time to go back.

Eames stepped back, brought her hand to Chris Junior's face, which she placed against her chest, protecting him, and gave a violent kick to the door, which gave way.

She rushed out of what must have been a cellar, and found herself in the hall of a house.

Eames scanned the hall, and to her left found the living room.

She went there, and arrived in this part, walked with a firm step towards the window.

She passed a sofa, and carefully placed Chris Junior on it.

- I leave you a few seconds.

For all answer, Chris Junior chirped.

Eames went to the window, and taking her hands to the curtains, tore them.

She wrapped the cloth around her right hand, raised her fist, and with all her might, brought it down on the windowpane, which shattered into a thousand pieces.

She fetched a chair, put it near the window, and rushed to Chris Junior, took him in her arms, and without a backward glance, crossed the glass.

Finally outside.

Eames did not try to find out where they were.

It was necessary to flee.

It was a question of survival.

So she rushed in any direction.

Listening only to her instincts.

Sooner or later...

She would come across a main road...

An alley...

And she'd find someone.

- Joxer... Come back here right now.

Damn it...

Why didn't his dog ever listen to him.

He was going to have to go get it again.

The old man leaned on his cane and set off in the direction of his dog.

But when he reached his dog, his heart stopped in front of the scene he had before his eyes.

In front of him...

Was a small blonde woman with a baby in her arms, at same the ground.

The woman had a bloody face...

Of least the right side...

And the child...

He looked...

My God...

It couldn't be possible.

It was necessary to make something.

And urgently.

If the mother was in this state...

Then the child.

Joxer gave the child a lick.

The baby winced, and cried.

Holy mother of God...

The child was alive.

So maybe the mother...

Quickly...

He had to go and call for help.

- Joxer stay here... He signaled the dog to sit, and pointed to the mother and child. And you protect them.

The dog sat in front of the bodies, unmoving, blocking the way, and watched his master walk away.