Hannibal's eyes went wide as soon as he gazed out the window, and he fidgeted as the rickety car pulled into the small lot out front of his home. Out of the car stepped Jack, and he was already heading towards the door. What was going to happen? What if he saw Will? He would take Hannibal to the place he belonged in! He'd take him back to where the nurses were, and the doctors with the needles would taunt him. 'The asylum,' Jack always called it. Bella would sometimes threaten Hannibal with it, which sent the elder man into tears. Of course, Hannibal didn't have to worry about her anymore. She was gone. Deceased.

"J-Jacky's gonna be r-real upset with me..." Hannibal stammered, as he brought a hand up to his mouth. Worried, brown orbs flickered over to Will, and he gazed over him. He knew what he had done. He had hurt Will very awfully, and the chances of his friend awakening were slim to none. What if Will died? What if Will was dead? Jack wouldn't be very pleased with that, and that was something Hannibal knew. He knew Jack would be upset, and he knew, for sure, that he didn't want to deal with it.

Knocking became imminent from the door, and Hannibal choked up. He raked his lanky, dainty fingers through his thin, chestnut hair as he backed into a corner, hyperventilation beginning to settle in.

"Hannibal?!" Jack called from the opposing side of the door, voice booming. He already sounded angry, but, perhaps, that was all in Hannibal's head. "Hannibal, open the door! Now!" He had no idea what was going on, but without Hannibal's cooperation, he couldn't help but grow irritated. His gloved right hand balled into a fist, and he gave another knock against the redwood door, gritting his teeth. "Are you two in there?!" The detective tried for the knob of the door, only to jiggle it and find that it was locked. "Hannibal Lecter, you have until the count of three to open this door, before I break it down. One..."

Hannibal's eyes widened when he saw the door being tampered with, and he panicked even more at the threat of a counting. Jack wouldn't punish him, but that was beyond Hannibal. He was simply worried that he'd be shipped off to the madhouse yet again, and that was something he didn't fancy thinking of being in. Jack had rescued him from there, but he'd surely take him back.

"Two..."

"C-Coming!" Hannibal finally choked out, voice faltering out of fear. "I-I'm coming, J-Jacky! H-Hold on! W-Willy a-and I a-are p-p-playing a g-ga-game, a-and he-..."

"Three! Open up!"

Hannibal bolted to the door, and he quickly opened it, but didn't greet Jack. Quickly, he raced back to Will, a fearful stance coming over him. "H-He fell asleep, Ja-Jacky!" Hannibal pleaded, eyes beginning to water up with fear. "I-I promise, h-he's just s-sleeping!"

Jack followed after him, only tensing up and bristling with anger at the sight of Will. "Hannibal." His voice was stern, and as his tight fists shook at his sides, he tried remaining calm. "It's okay." He said, yet his tone stated otherwise. The look of anger in his eyes and the expression of doubt threatened to hurt Hannibal, and he was on the verge of sending the other back. Slowly, he knelt down to Will's side and examined him, looking him over, speaking in Hannibal's general direction in the process. "Why didn't you call 911?"

"I forgo-ot, Ja-Jacky! I forgot the n-number!" Hannibal pleaded, beginning to falter and waver where he stood. "Please d-don't be mad. I'm s-sorry... I t-tried waking him, but he-he wouldn't g-get u-up..."

Jack dismissed every word that Hannibal spoke and extracted his mobile from his pocket, beginning to dial away at it. An ambulance was called, and all he could hope for was that Will wouldn't be DOA - Dead on arrival.