My God...
Eames had such a headache, as if his brain had been crushed.
And that damned sunlight was shining into his eyes, blinding him and, above all, preventing him from sleeping any more.
It was very strange...
Eames couldn't remember what she'd done last night.
But above all, it was the first time that the sun's rays had woken her up, and above all, disturbed her to the point of giving her a headache, something she'd never had in her life.
What did this mean.
Was she so tired that she had forgotten to close the curtains in her bedroom before going to bed.
It was strange...
She had never forgotten, so why would she have done so last night.
Unable to stand the sun that blinded her when she woke up and gave her a violent headache, she threw back the sheets and got out of bed.
But when she put her legs to the ground, they gave way, and she found herself, her whole body and head face down, on the floor.
- Good God... What's happening to me.
Why had her legs given way, as if she couldn't carry her.
It wasn't normal.
Eames put her hands on the floor and sat up, resting her head on the bed.
But something, or rather someone, caught her eye.
Someone was lying on his side with his back to her, and judging by the shape of his body it could only be a man.
But what did that mean.
She had never invited a man into her home, let alone her bed.
So why should she have changed her mind.
In addition, Eames turned her attention to the room, and realised to her horror that this was not her bedroom.
It looked like a hotel room.
My God...
No.
Eames couldn't have slept with this man and not remember, let alone have been in a hotel room straight away.
Eames never had sex on the first night, she always waited to get to know the boy a little.
And this man with his back to her, wasn't telling her absolutely nothing to him.
So maybe she should wake him up, try to understand and find out who he was.
At this idea, Eames straightened up, leaning his hand on the bed, and with his other hand, placed it on the man's shoulder, and gently shook him.
But nothing, he didn't react, and he was strangely cold.
Panic overcame her at this.
No, it couldn't be possible.
She had to insist, and he would eventually wake up.
So she shook him harder, and he reacted, his body falling, back against at bed, revealing with horror a man covered in blood, with a dagger stuck in his neck.
My God...
No.
It was a nightmare, and she was going to wake up.
Her panic redoubled and she brought her hands to her eyes, but her heart froze with fright as she discovered her little fingers covered in blood.
Nervously, she wiped her hands on the shirt she was wearing, but stopped short when she realised that it too was covered in blood.
My God...
It couldn't be.
She couldn't have done it.
Eames couldn't even see who he was.
So how could she have killed him.
But everything was against her at that moment.
The blood on her hands, on her shirt.
The fact that she was in a hotel room, and in the same room as this man.
But then why...
If she had killed him.
Why couldn't she see who he was, and had no memory of the night.
And why didn't she remember stabbing him.
In addition, what was she going to do...
What was to become of her.
When the body was found, and her fingerprints.
She would be lost for ever.
She absolutely had to think about what she was going to do.
Yes, it was the only solution.
First of all, she had to look for the rest of her clothes, and get rid of her shirt as a priority.
So she searched the room, but couldn't find them.
Then she tried the small bathroom, and finally found them.
But to her horror, they too were covered in blood.
My God...
But it was a nightmare.
But to her amazement, only her shoes hadn't blood.
She lifted her shirt to see if her knickers were the same, and to her astonishment, they weren't bloody.
It was strange all the same...
Eames should have been covered in blood, even there, and he wasn't.
But now was not the time to think about that.
She didn't have much time.
And above all, she absolutely needed someone to help her.
Someone who would believe in her innocence and that she wasn't capable of such an act.
At this thought, a face appeared.
Goren.
Good God...
He was all she had left.
He was her only hope.
Strange...
Why hadn't Eames she arrived at work yet.
Goren had tried to contact her, and he'd fallen straight to voicemail.
It was as if Eames had turned off her phone so as not to be disturbed.
But that wasn't like her.
She'd never done that before.
Is it possible that something...
The ringing of his mobile phone snapped him out of his thoughts, and he took it in his hands, looking to see who might have been calling.
Maybe Eames.
But no, it wasn't her.
Goren didn't know this number.
He hesitated to answer, telling himself it couldn't be important.
But when the phone rang for the second time with that number, he decided to answer.
If he was being called several times, it must be urgent.
He pressed the off-hook button and put it to his ear.
- Bobby... It's me... Eames.
Pardon.
It was Eames on the other end of the line.
And why was she calling him with this number.
There was something wrong.
Especially her voice.
A voice filled with panic.
- Why... Are you...
He couldn't finish his sentence when Eames burst into tears.
- I don't know what to do... You're the only, I can count on.
At her words, and especially her tears, Goren's heart sank.
And he knew that something serious was happening.
But first he had to try and calm Eames down, to find out where she was and what she wanted from him.
- Alex... Please. Just calm down. And tell me what's going on.
Tell her what was happening...
And how.
Eames couldn't tell him.
He would have to come and see for himself.
She could never tell him what had happened.
Especially as she didn't know.
But she had to try and calm down, and at least tell him where she was.
And tell him to come and join her.
- I can't tell you what's going on... But all I know is that I'm in room 213 of the JFK hotel.
Pardon.
Eames was at the JFK Hotel...
And she couldn't tell him what was going on.
What the hell that meant.
Had she been in trouble.
Had she made the mistake of sleeping with a man who abused her.
If so, he would find the man in question and deal with him.
What's more, if Eames was in this state and asked him for help, he couldn't leave her like this.
So he moved his chair away from his desk, grabbed his jacket and headed for the lift.
- I'll be right there, Alex.