No.
It couldn't be possible.
Goren had to be in the middle of a nightmare.
And he was about to wake up.
And yet, there he was, sitting in the middle of the street, holding an Eames in his arms, his hands covered in her blood, pressing them desperately against the bullet wound she'd received in the heart, trying to stop the bleeding, but which wouldn't stop despite his efforts, and telling him that this was reality.
And it was all his fault.
If he'd stopped harassing the suspect, who was a member of the Russian mafia, Eames wouldn't be between life and death right now.
But because of his stubbornness, Eames had received death threats.
And with Deakins' agreement and orders, for Eames' own safety, he had found himself with Barek, protecting her twenty-four hours a day, against the advice of the principal concerned, who had told them they could manage on their own.
But this was totally untrue.
It was useless.
Because even with the two of them looking after Eames' safety, the tragedy could not have been avoided.

A van had appeared out of nowhere, and a man in the rear passenger window had pointed a gun at Eames and shot him in the chest, hitting his heart.
And all this he owed for having let his guard down, if only for a brief moment.
For Goren had thought that, after the suspect had been tried and convicted of murder by the jury, Eames should have been at peace at last.
But not at all.
He'd forgotten the most important thing about the Russian mafia.
These people would never let go of someone they threatened with death, and certainly not someone they wanted to kill, until they'd got their results.
And he had foolishly let his guard down.
To the point of suggesting that Eames and Barek go for a drink to celebrate the murderer's incarceration.
But it was not to his liking.
As he left the bar...
The drama had unfolded before his very eyes, and those of Barek, who was as powerless as he.
My God...
It was all his fault.
- Bo... bby…

At Eames's barely audible murmur, Goren snapped out of his gloomy thoughts and looked into the face of an all-white Eames.
At the sight, his heart sank.
- Alex... Please... Don't do this to me.
No.
Alex couldn't die.
She had no right to do this to him.
To leave him like this.
Goren needed her.
She was his whole life.
And without her, he could never go on.
Had he thought...
Eames was his whole life...
Name of God...
Her words flashed through his brain, and it was like a revelation, paralyzing him.
God...
No.
It couldn't be.
And yet...
Goren had to admit it, and finally be honest with himself, and above all his feelings.

Throughout his years of partnership with Eames, he'd kept a tight lid on things.
Refusing to think of Eames as anything more than a partner, friend or sister.
Even though his heart told him otherwise.
Eames had always been right there in front of him.
And he, like an idiot, hadn't understood what his heart was telling him.
And the moment this truth blew up in his face...
Eames was in agony, bleeding to death.
No.
It wasn't fair.
Fate couldn't be so cruel to him.
What's more, Goren promised himself he'd do everything in his power to keep Eames from dying, even if it meant giving up his own life.
Eames was his reason for living.
She was his most precious possession.
And he absolutely had to tell her how he felt before it was too late, even if it meant rejection.
Goren didn't want to lose Eames.
And certainly not after what he'd just found out.
- Alex... Hold on.
Hold on…

And how.
When you were shot through the heart in cold blood.
Goren couldn't be serious.
He knew full well what would happen next.
Goren knew very well that there was little miracle in a person surviving such a wound.
So why should it be any different for her?
And why was Goren so determined for her to survive.
When she knew she wouldn't.
And despite the immense distress she could see on his face, breaking her heart, pierced by a bullet, bleeding to death, Goren was going to have to face it.
With difficulty, Eames raised her hand to Goren's face, placed her little fingers on his cheek and brushed against it.
- Promise me you'll go on with your life... And that you won't be sad...
Pardon.
Let him go on with his life...
And that he won't be sad.
Goren could hardly hear Eames' words.
How could he live without her, knowing that he was madly in love with his sarcastic little inspector.

And how could he not be sad.
That the very idea of losing her tore at his heart.
No.
Eames couldn't ask her to do that.
To promise her such things.
He categorically refused.
When he didn't answer, Eames insisted.
Because she knew him, and he was a tough, stubborn sort, she had to make him promise.
Because she didn't want Goren to stop living, just because of her.
She wouldn't allow that.
Goren was and had always been the most important person in her life, after Joe's death.
And he was much more than a friend to her.
He was a full-fledged member of her family.
- Please... Goren shook his head in denial. Bobby... Don't be childish.
Don't be childish...
No and no.
What Eames was asking of him was simply impossible, and beyond his strength.

In addition, Eames wouldn't die; he'd forbid it.
And above all, he would resume his life as if nothing had happened - well, almost nothing.
- The ambulance is on its way.
With that, Barek hung up his phone and rushed to their side.
Arriving at their side, she crouched down to their level, and put her hand on Eames' forehead.
- The ambulance will be here soon... She tenderly stroked Eames's forehead, tucked a small golden lock behind his ear, and took Eames's hand from the ground in hers, squeezing it gently, to give him strength. So hold on... Alex...
Barek looked up at Goren, who was desperately pressing his fingers, covered in Eames' blood, to the wound, and who couldn't take his eyes off Eames' face.
At this sight, Barek felt totally helpless.
Not only was Eames between life and death.
But Goren was fighting desperately for her to survive.
My God, he said.
Please let the ambulance come quickly.
For Barek felt a terrible apprehension throughout her body.
And she wished with all her heart that it was just a feeling.