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~Crazy Dreamer
Clarice slept soundly in her chair. The woman with the baby had moved to a different seat after the stewardess addressed the noise. Now, Clarice was alone in the aisle, with two open seats. She had her head pressed against the window. The sun shone in and caressed her face, keeping her warm.
From a dark seat in the corner, maroon eyes gazed at Clarice. He watched her. He longed to move over to the adjacent seat and sit with her. And maybe, if he was lucky, she would wake up and let him stay.
He moved swiftly across the aisles. Being polite as usual, he slid through, pardoning himself. He arrived at Clarice's row. A look of horror appeared on her face. Dreaming, of course. In his hand, was a piece of beautiful parchment and an old, but expensive, calligraphy pen. As he sat, he pulled down the tray table and placed the parchment on it. He placed his left hand on the top of the paper and smoothed it out with his right hand. He began to write.
Dear Clarice,
It's dreadfully boring watching you sleep in these most uncomfortable airplane seats. Although I must admit some of the expressions you produce are rather amusing. As you have probably already guessed (unless we are getting slow on the uptake) I am here, with you, at this very moment. No, I am not thinking of things I could do to get inside your head. I am just enjoying your company. Do not try to trace me because as we both know, you are no longer a threat. You are millions of miles form home and even father away from getting a favor from the FBI. Don't worry, we will meet again. Be on the lookout. We could have some fun.
Your old pal,
Hannibal Lecter, M.D.
He folded the parchment precisely and wrote her name neatly on the front. He put up his tray table and took down hers. He put the note inside and closed it halfway, so that the littlest motion could unlock it. Lecter returned to his seat and let Clarice sleep.
The plane came to a halt a little afterwards. The plane filed out, but Clarice still lay there, asleep. The stewardess walked over to her. She tapped her on the shoulder as not to startle her. Clarice started with a jolt. "Ma'am, the plane has landed. We need you to evacuate now." Clarice, still sleepy, arose from her chair. She turned around to get her bag and knocked the tray table. It unlocked and scratched her leg. Clarice turned back to the tray table. The note stared at her, neatly folded. She dropped her bag, picked up the note and sat down. She began reading and no sooner did that familiar look of shock and fear spread across her face. "Dr. Lecter."