Nate get quickly to the Louvre and starts to run towards the security man boss.
"Monsieur, l'alarme a sonné à 20 heures. Sir, the alarm rang at 8pm." Says the man to Nate.
"Et je fus appelé tout à l'heure? And I was just called now?" Nate replies.
"Nous devions nous assurer qu'il n'y avait pas une fausse alarme. We needed to make sure it wasn't a false alarm." The man, named Marcel, explains.
"D'accord, nous devons ... Okay, we need to…" Nate's words are interrupted by noises that came from the room where an important Monet is placed.
He runs to there. Opens the door in one sudden movement and finds the thief. She is not want he expected. A beautiful woman, around her 30's like him, brunette with brown eyes, with an English coat and a ball mask to cover almost half of her face. Nate feels something that didn't felt for more than 10 years. God, it is… butterflies! No, that can't be happening!
"Qui êtes-vous? Who are you?" Nate asks. No answer. "Maybe she's not French." He thinks.
"Who are you?" He tries again.
She opens her mouth but hears someone coming. She jumps from the window.
"Wait! Wait! Come here." Nate goes to the window but doesn't see anything.
Nathan Ford is in his bed watching his 8-years-old son sleeping. He loves to do that, likes to think how his wife died when Sam was only 1 year of life. He even didn't met her! The sound of the car crashing against that tree. Blood falling from her temples and Sam crying. He couldn't feel guiltier about feeling that for the woman he saw at the museum. It wasn't right.
Sophie enters in her warehouse. That wasn't happening! These butterflies, that feeling had to disappear. She runs to the bathroom, passes her face with water. It doesn't work. Shit!
"Maybe it's better to take a sleep pill. Yes." She tells to herself after taking the pill, she goes to bed, hoping not to dream about that man.