What the...
Eames felt small movements under his cheek.
As if...
But no, she must be dreaming.
Eames was hoping so hard for Goren to come out of his coma, she was imagining the impossible at every turn.
But her little movements became more and more insistent.
Could it be...
So with a little hope, Eames opened her eyelids and lifted her face, resting it on Goren, meeting two brown eyes that looked at her intensely.
My God...
Was she dreaming.
Could it be...
Eames couldn't believe it.
And yet...
Those familiar brown eyes, staring back at her intently.
In addition, there were his little movements, coming from his long, slender fingers, which he moved between her hands.
Yes...
Goren was there.
Wide awake, out of his coma.
Back in front of her.
An immense joy surged through her, and tears welled up in her eyes, veiling her gaze.
Eames had hoped so much...
prayed so hard.
And Goren was there, watching her.
It was so wonderful.
She rose from her seat and leaned towards him, placing her slender fingers on his forehead, brushing against him.
- You're with us at last.
Among them at last...
Goren couldn't understand what this little blonde woman was saying to him.
What did it all mean.
Was he dead...
And in heaven.
This little woman leaning over him, caressing his forehead, looked so much like an angel.
That he could only be dead.
And what an angel.
With her big hazel eyes, her slightly wavy golden mid-length hair cascading over her shoulders, and the softness of her facial features.
It was simply an enchanting vision.
He could only be in heaven.
There was no other way.
This little blond angel had come for him.
- I'm... Goren could hardly speak, his voice was aching. In paradise...
In heaven...
Name of God...
Of course not.
Why would he want to be in heaven.
When he was awake, and very much alive.
Why was he asking her such a question.
- With such a pretty angel leaning over me...
With such a pretty angel leaning over him...
At these words, Eames blushed violently, his heart pounding in his chest.
Such a pretty angel was leaning over him...
Did Goren think she was an angel.
She was...
an angel.
It was simply impossible.
Was he forgetting who she really was.
And more importantly, how she could be.
She really was far from an angel.
- But no... She brought her fingers to one of her rebellious curls, and replaced it. You're alive and well.
Very much alive.
Was that so.
Whereas this angel was facing him.
He had his doubts.
But the tears beading in the little blonde woman's big hazel eyes, shining with sadness, caught his gaze, and his heart sank at the sight.
This little blonde angel looked so sad.
Her eyes were puffy, reddened and there were dark circles under them, as if she'd been crying a lot.
What could have made her cry...
Who could have...
Was he responsible?
- Is it because of me... He tried to speak, but his words were cut off. That you cried... Little angel.
Because of him she would have cried...
Eames hadn't cried because of him, but for him, for his condition.
That was totally different.
In addition, could he stop calling her little angel.
It was getting exasperating that he insisted she was one.
She had no wings on her back, no halo above her head.
So why keep telling him that.
Could it be that her trauma had made her lose her mind?
Calling her that, Eames was seriously beginning to wonder.
- You've been crying a lot... Little angel. He raised his arm and brought his hand to Eames' cheek, brushing it. Why did...
You've been crying a lot...
Yes...
She had cried a lot.
But Eames didn't want him to worry about her.
Besides, why ask him the reason...
Couldn't he see where he was.
His difficulty in speaking.
That should have told him something was wrong.
But no...
He cared about her before he cared about her.
It still didn't make sense.
With the severity of the accident, and her days spent in a coma.
And then, would he stop calling her little angel.
She had to make him understand that she wasn't a little angel.
And that he was alive and well.
- I'm no angel... Bobby.
No angel...
While this little blonde woman had the prettiest face he'd ever seen.
At least, the first one he'd seen, as far as he knew.
Bobby...
But who was this Bobby?
Was that who she was calling.
- Who's Bobby...
At her words, and the questioning brown eyes, Eames felt his heart break into a thousand splinters.
No...
It couldn't be possible.
Not after what he'd just been through.
Goren couldn't have forgotten who he was.
He couldn't have.
With everything that had happened.
Those difficult days.
Goren hadn't just woken up from a coma and lost his memory.
It couldn't be…
- I'm that Bobby...
And yet...
The words he spoke again confirmed it.
With horror, Eames felt her heart stop, along with her blood.
No...
Anything but this.
Hadn't he been through the worst.
So why did he have to go through this again.
It wasn't fair.
If there really was a God.
Why was he doing this to him.
Eames felt all the distress in the world wash over him, at this helplessness, and tears spilled down his cheeks.
So this was it.
It would never end.
Goren had no memory of who he was.
Nor of who she was.
All his years of partnership together had just turned to dust.
No...
It wasn't fair.
Eames brought his hands to his thighs, and clenched them into fists with all his might, to the point where his knuckles were all white.
My God...
After all those long nights and days, when she'd cried so much, so distressed, and could do nothing, hoping for a miracle and that he'd finally come out of his coma...
And when that happened...
He had no memory.
Everything was swept away.
No.
It couldn't be true.
Eames must have been in the middle of a nightmare.
She refused that.
She couldn't accept it.
Perhaps she should go and see the doctors, who would reassure her, and tell her it was only temporary.
Yes...
It could only be a momentary lapse.
Goren just needed time to come to his senses, to realize what had just happened.
It was that simple.
Reassured by this idea, Eames moved away from Goren, and headed for the door, but stopped, to turn, and look at Goren, who couldn't take his eyes off her, not understanding what was happening.
- I'll talk to the doctors... But I'll be right back.
- I'm sorry... but there's nothing to be done.
There was nothing to do.
No.
There couldn't be.
The doctor had to be wrong.
Goren couldn't have lost his memory.
And worse...
He'd just told her it was irreversible.
The fact that he was alive was already a miracle, he had told her.
To survive such an accident, with all the blood he'd lost...
No...
Eames couldn't accept that.
The doctor could be wrong about the diagnosis.
And there had to be something that could be done.
Goren couldn't have lost his memory permanently.
All his memories...
His whole life.
Would be reduced to nothing by this accident.
No.
Eames refused.
There had to be something she could do, and she would find out what.
She was going to prove to the doctor that his diagnosis was wrong, and that Goren would get his memory back no matter what.
Even if it meant spending her life.
She'd do it.
She would never let Goren down.
She would help him.
What's more, Eames had decided that she would take Goren in.
She knew Goren was alone.
No one could take care of him.
With his mother in a psychiatric hospital, and his brother on drugs, it was simply impossible to rely on them, and entrust him to their care.
So she'd take care of him.
And at home, she'd have plenty of time to help him recover his memory.
With time, and patience, Eames was sure Goren would regain his memory.
And she would prove to the doctors that their diagnosis was wrong.
And that they were wrong about the whole list.
Proud of her resolution, Eames left the doctor and headed for Goren's room.