I jolted awake and touched my chest but all I felt was my sweaty skin. There was no Tagetes and no blood. I sighed in relief as I looked around the room I was in. The walls a light gray and held works of art, but one in particular caught my eye; it was the painting The Great Red Dragon and the Woman Clothed in Sun. The painting by William Blake was beautiful and seemed to draw the room together in a light yet dark atmosphere. I slowly got up and walked to the door hearing the sounds of A Midsummer Night's Dream Op.21 coming from the other room. I opened the door and walked out into the hall the walls a navy blue on the left wall was a display case that seemed to go on forever.

Inside the display case was species of Butterflies. It started with some of the most popular species such as the Danaus plexippus to some endangered species like the Lycaeides melissa samuelis. The case was just as impressive as this house. The walls lined with art from Gustave Doré to Leonardo da Vinci. The hard wood floor made it easy for my socked feet to glide across in my sleepy state to find Hannibal. I followed the music to the left and went down the hall. At the end were double doors that led into a domed shaped green house. I opened them and saw Hannibal watering a group of Campanulas.

"It seems you also have a thing for flowers," I said standing there looking at him

"Yes but in a different sense they were outlining a message to us, but mine are simply for beauty," Hannibal said with a smile.

"What happened to me," I asked Hannibal changing the subject.

"You fainted so I brought you back to my place," Hannibal said.

"And the bodies," I asked.

"They uncovered a total of 20 bodies but they said there could be more in the surrounding areas so they were going to check the whole park," Hannibal said going back to watering his flowers.

"How do you care for all these flowers," I asked

"I usually don't but recently the help I had seemed to have got himself in a little predicament," Hannibal said

"And what would that have been," I asked

"He left for a week on vacation without my knowledge and some of my flowers suffered for his mistake so he had to go," Hannibal said with a smirk and a glint in his eye that made me not want to question him further

"So if you had help, then the killer must of also had help. They couldn't have planted all those flowers and bodies in such a short amount of time without the help of someone," I told Hannibal

"It seems you are correct," said Hannibal laying down his water hose ", How about we discuss this over brunch I have had stew on since last night and it should be cooked to perfection by now."

"That sounds terrific," Will said as his stomach growls ", and could I also have some clothes," gesturing towards my naked chest

"I placed a set of clothes at the end of your bed. They must have fallen off while you were asleep please go look again while I dish out the soup for us," Hannibal said walking me back inside.

I walked down the hall again and looked in the room and right on the floor were a set of sweat pants and a t-shirt. I picked them up and went into the bathroom that was connected to the room. I took a quick shower and changed. I rummaged the drawers to try to find a can of spray deodorant when I came across a can like mine at home. I quickly put it on and washed my mouth out with water. I went back into the hallway that grew silent from Hannibal turning off the music and instead making my way to the right that lead me into the living area and then into the dinning room.

Hannibal seemed to already be sitting as I made my way in and sat beside him. I grabbed my spoon and dipped it in raising it to my mouth and I moaned at the taste.

"What is this," I asked dipping my spoon in and raising it back to my mouth

"Deer," Hannibal said also taking a bite out of his soup

"Intriguing," I said as I looked at the bouquet of flowers in the middle of the table ", so what if the murderer used the victims to help them plant the others before they finally hung them up."

"Then the bodies must of been cleaned then, Crawford said that there was no traces of dirt on their hands. He also stated that some of the body parts where missing and in place where flowers Artemisia absinthium to be more exact," Hannibal said

"That's not a very pretty flower seeming that all the others he picked had some sort of color in them," I said

"Artemisia absinthium though helps ward away pests so it is in fact useful and they obviously had a reason to use it," Hannibal said

"Did you ever just assume that they didn't and that they just did it for fun. A Gardner with an idea to turn people into flowerpots and to decorate the world with the dead." I said

"Turning death into a work of art," Hannibal said looking at me ", such a beautiful way to die"

"Painful to. He must of grown some of those flowers in his victims. It makes me wonder how many people see the same way they do but don't do anything about it. How many cases we could have that are so painfully beautiful." I told him pushing my empty dish away from me looking at the deer head across from me.

"Do you think they will go after Abigail," Hannibal asked me

"They could, since this is aimed at me and all. But to be honest I don't think they will all the bodies hanging up and even the one in the ground they all looked like adults were Abigail is a minor." I said

"That's one thing and they've all been missing for more than a month all over the country. The girl in the ground Caroline Drews she lived in California." Hannibal said

"That's a long way off to be brought here," I said

"Crawford suspects they might of been slaves In the sex trade business," I snorted at Hannibals words ", You obviously think differently."

"I think they wanted them pure" I said as Hannibal grabbed my dish

"I will get us some more," Hannibal said and got up and left

The deer across from me seemed to sprout Cherry Blossoms from where its antlers connected to it's head and it started to move the head jostled around and tried to get off the wall and then it all changed. The deer's skin started to peel off and the flowers start to die. The head soon stopped moving and started to die again. The shape from my dream seemed to burn in my skin. I jolted out of my gaze when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Are you okay?" Hannibal asked me as he placed the soup in front of me.

"Yeah maybe I'm just a little tired though," I said to Hannibal

"Nightmares?" Hannibal asked

"Nightmares," I said to him.

"How do you suppose we fix them then," Hannibal said

"We don't my nightmares are unfixable It seems I'm cursed with them forever," I said to him

"Have you ever thought you think to much?" Hannibal asked me

"Yes every know and then when I can't sleep, or I'm terrorized by nightmares. I worry that someday I will see too much and I might do something to make me stop seeing. I'm always on the edge of good and evil," I said

"And why is that you help catch the killers you're not one yourself," Hannibal said

"I dream about killing people, and sometimes I dream about dying," I said to him looking at my now cold soup