My 5 year old brother walks into the kitchen. His whole face is blue.
What about your face? Has someone beat you?
No, these are two traumas.
In what sense?
Brother, this is - I hit the door, and this was playing crocodiles. I jumped on the bed and faced the wall.
In the wall?? to
Brother, no problem, there was a pillow, really I was by it...
Immediately after these words he slides, grabs the chair and crashes into the closet together with the chair.

As the saying goes, “Everything is fine, a beautiful marquise, and everything else is fine.”