Clarice lay on the couch, a half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels in her hand. She stared emptily into space and took a long swig from the bottle in her hand. She slurred, "Looks like it's just you and me, Jackie, and the crazy voice in my head."

Clarice had been put on suspension since the incident with Verger. She had beat them to the punch, however, and mailed her resignation letter the day she found out she had been suspended.

Ardelia had also moved out with her husband. She was now happily married and hardly had time to bother with Clarice, which was why she now spent her days at home with Mr. Daniels, lounging on her couch with no one to talk to.

She glanced out the window and stared at the full moon. It was gorgeous tonight. And then, her thoughts yet again irrevocably started drifting in the direction of the Doctor. There was, and would always be, one doctor in her mind and he was always referred to as the doctor. She wondered if he too was staring at the moon tonight. It was a strangely comforting thought to her - almost like a forbidden secret - but she struggled to ignore that fact.

The Doctor plagued her dreams at night. Clarice could not sleep, whenever she closed her eyes, he was there. She was reminded of him constantly, in the daily things of life. She could even hear him, often giving out snide comments to every single thing she did.

She sighed, "I give up, Doctor, you win. Are you happy now? The FBI did use me, and I was played for a fool. Are you happy now?"

And then, like a reply, came a whisper, "Clarice...". Clarice froze. She was pretty sure it wasn't the voice in her head. At least, it didn't sound like it. Maybe she heard the voice due to certain bottle in her head. After all, she was drunk.

She considered the possibilities. And then she heard it again.

"Clarice..."

She'd recognize that metallic voice anywhere. She groped for her pistol, but they'd taken it when she resigned. Steeling her nerves, she followed the voice. When it led her to the bathroom, she gritted her teeth and in one swift move, kicked open the door.

Bam! The door flew open. Cautiously, she peeked in as slowly as possible...there was no one there. Breathing a sigh of relief, she turned around, only to come face to face with none other than the Good Doctor himself, Dr. Hannibal Lecter. "Fuck."