She sat on the lawn, far away from another another people, clenching of the ragged doll. A nurse was with her. He made a gesture to ask the nurse to leave, then slowly walked toward her.
Her eyes were green, frightened eyes. Her eyes stayed on him, penetrated him, looked at something in nowhere. He remembered that night ten years ago, the broken little girl. Oh my God, she looks like chopped! Too broken to be fixed.
He sat down beside her: "Hello, Trillian."
Her eyes wandered back from somewhere thousands miles away, fell on his face, with an expression of complete fright, like an alarmed little bird, always ready to fly away.
He continued in a relaxing voice: "I am Dr. Lecter, can we have a talk?"
She turned her face around as if looking for something, then turned back, a trace of curiosity showed on her face.
He looked at the doll, talking slowly: "Is that Catherine? She is so pretty."
She looked down at the worn-out doll: "She is Emily."
"Good to see you, Emily."
"Emily said she was good to see you too."
They sat there in pleasant silence, watching a butterfly flying over the grass.
After a while, she asked: "When will daddy and mommy pick me up?"
"I'm sorry Trillian, but not today."
She looked quite disappointed, almost burst into tears. Her fingers teared off the leaves of grass carelessly.
"Emily, do you like ice cream?"
Her eyes glowed: "Emily like chocolate ice cream."
"And you? Do you like chocolate ice cream or strawberry one?"
An-almost-smile emerged on her face: "Can I have both?"
"Sure. sweety." He offered her his hand.
She hesitated for a moment, then carefully slipped her hand into his.
He sat opposite to her, watching her carefully and greedily eating ice cream, watching with great interest. her arms are slender as a willow shoot , but didn't looked weak. Dia she really know how to use an ax?
After she finished eating, he asked: "Trillian, do you know where Catherine is?"
She tilted her head slightly, clenching her doll tightly, looked puzzle: "I do not know. Who is Catherine?"
He continued to ask: "Does Emily know?"
She thought for a moment: "Maybe, Emily knows everything. Why all of you looking for Catherine?" She stared at him curiously.
He gently wiped a chip of chocolate off her chin: "Let it go, That's not important."
On their way back, she allowed him to hold her hand without hesitation.
He went back to Alana's office. Jack and Sheriff Sam were whispering something. Alana and Rudolf sat in sullen silence.
Jack asked: "Dr. Lecter, what's your opinion?"
He decided to tell them the truth: "My initial diagnosis is DID, Dissociative Identity Disorder, which is commonly known as split tersonality, but I need further observations and analysis to draw a conclusion."
"Ha! Now we have a third opinion." Rudolf said it with a sarcastic twist.
Alana frowned, pondering his words.
Jack sighed heavily: "I need an answer, and I need the answer soon." He mumbled, "If I still had Will."
"You haven't. Because he has got to close." Alana said bitterly.
Everyone just pretended not to hear her.
He cautious put his suggestions on the table: "I think we could try hypnotherapy. Maybe I can find Catherine recover her repressed memories and and her memory."
"hypnotherapy? Charlatan's tricks." Dawson whispered, carefully make sure that everybody could hear it clearly .
Everyone just pretended not to hear him.
"Hannibal, as her doctor, I'm afraid hypnotherapy could only make things worse. Consider her her condition, I think she is not yet ready to face reality ."
"Alana, I understand your concern. however, Jack, if it was not her, then there would be a brutal killer wandering around in the neighborhood. I'm afraid that something bad would happen again." Something bad will happen again, I promise.
Jack thought about it for a moment: "Do you have any on the effects of hypnotherapy How confident? Is there any possibility to make her situation worse?"
He weighed his words for a moment: "I have to admit that there is risks, the results are very uncertain, but I'm looking forward to the possitive side."
"Jack, we can not put her in danger!" Alana said agitatedly.
"Doctor Bloom , please trust me. I wouldn't do anything harmful to her ."
"Jack, you said the same thing to Will Graham!"
"Doctor Bloom, you are an excellent doctor, always concern about your patient, I deeply admire it. But there mightbe some innocent people's life hanging by a thread, I have to give overall consideration to it."
She stared at Jack for a long time: "If you must do it. I insist to be there too. I am not doubt you skills and experiences, Hannibal, but I must put my patient's well-being at the first place. "
He bowed slightly to her: "Of course, we must gurantee Trillian's safety. "
"It's Catherine." Dawson corrected him again.
He deliberately ignored him with a smile.