The white room was large and bright, empty except for five chairs set in the centre of the room. On one of these chairs sat Garett Jacob Hobbs, his dirty blond hair tussled and his eyes dark. Will's eyes panned the room, his mind confused and disorientated.
How had he gotten into this room? He wondered.
Hobbs looked up at him and spoke, his voice low like a growl, "So what are we doing here?" he asked.
Will made a confused face but did not reply because suddenly another figure appeared, sitting in the chair opposite Hobbs. It was Abel Gideon, his face covered in stubble and his lips turned up in a smile. He too asked, "What are we doing here in this place?" Will was even more confused, he had so many questions inside his head that he thought it just might burst open. As he wondered this he began to realise why these men were here, these were men whom Will had hurt. Will felt dizzy and sat down on one of the chairs, his mind swimming. Hobbs stood and approached Will, he put his hand on Will's shoulder and said, "You know why we're here now, don't you?" Will slowly nodded. Then the world shattered and another man entered the white room; Hannibal Lector was dressed smartly in a dark blue dinner jacket, a crimson cravat and a crisp white undershirt. His blue eyes bright and full of curiosity fell on Will as he uttered, "Hello Will." Will's blood ran cold, and his face suddenly looked very tired however Will smiled and replied, "Nice to see you Doctor, have you come to gloat?" Hannibal shook his head, then he placed his hands behind his back and took step forwards. Will didn't know why Hannibal was here but he was sure to make him suffer.
