Doctor Lecter stood up from his cot and moved closer to the bed. His maroon eyes gleaming in the dim lighting.

"So how are you Will," he asked his tone silky smooth. Will was reminded of a Venus flytrap trying to entice its prey in before devouring it. On second thought, it was almost exactly like the current situation she was in.

"Fine," she said shortly, feeling rather awkward standing up.

As if reading her mind Doctor Lecter said "I believe the orderly will be along with a chair shortly."

Will attempted what she hoped was a gracious nod before beginning to talk. "I have with me a questionnaire from the BAU-"

"No, no, no," Doctor Lecter interrupted, shaking his head in mock horror. "Do you honestly think that you can dissect me with a piece of paper?"

"It's rude to interrupt Doctor," Will retorted sharply, pleased with her comeback.

Doctor Lecter held his hands out in mock apology before moving back onto his cot. Will took the brief opportunity to study him quickly. She almost wanted to laugh because it was so odd to see Doctor Lecter not wearing a suit. She thought mockingly that orange really wasn't his colour and he should stick to his once commonplace blues. Her eyes travelled across his hands and face and she suppressed a catch in her throat, don't think of Alistair now, no matter how similar they are she forced herself to think. Inhaling once more she began to talk again.

"According to Jack Crawford you have information on the Philadelphia Werewolf and as I am sure you have already deduced, I have been sent to retrieve it."

Doctor Lecter leaned slightly forward on his cot before replying. "It is induced my dear Will, not deduced. Poor Arthur Conan Doyle made a bit of a mix-up between the two and the mistake is rarely corrected." He finished contemptuously, amusement or whatever people like him feel dancing in his eyes.

Will desperately tried to compose herself. She had always felt uncomfortable in his presence, even before-well this. She always likened herself and him to the Prince and the Pauper and even in captivity Doctor Lecter seemed unlikely to shed his projection of grandeur.

"I would remind you people's lives are at stake, but I hardly think that has ever been a concern of yours." Will said harshly.

"Of course it has," Doctor Lecter replied in an almost kind tone "how are you really Will?"

Half of Will wanted to collapse and burst into tears like she had done back in the old days. The other, perhaps stronger half forced her to get a grip of herself. If not for her own sake then she might as well do it for her son, Alistair.

"I am leaving," she announced, jamming the questionnaire through the meal tray. "Either do it or don't, I really don't care anymore."

A look of what could be called surprise flitted across Doctor Lecter's face. "You don't have to go," he said. "I rarely receive intelligent company now, just PhD candidates." He smiled inwardly at his little joke.

"Goodbye Doctor Lecter," Will said walking back down the corridor without a second glance. She found it hard to explain but ever since Doctor Lecter had been incarcerated she found it easier to take control of a situation. She supposed he did have a lot of influence over her at the time and without it she was forced to stand on her own two feet for the first time. The other reason was still rather hard to contemplate.

She blinked and found herself standing in the bright sunlight of the parking lot. It was a welcome change from the darkness inside the asylum. As she began to move to her car her phone began to issue a text alert. Will pulled it out of her handbag and looked at it.

Dear Mummy,

I love you loads and I hope your job is going okay.

Lots of Love

Alistair.

PS. Mrs Sutherland is taking really good care of me and I am watching lots of movies and eating ice-cream.

Will smiled affectionately for a minute before pressing her lips against the mobile's screen. "It's all for you Alistair," she whispered, inadvertently touching the scar on her side.