Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel is just a freight train coming your way…
- No Leaf Clover, Metallica
He lay down onto the bed and fell into an uneasy sleep.
He tossed and turned during the night. His dreams were invaded with screaming voices, and flashes of his life. He saw Mischa as they were dragging her away from him. He held onto her arm for dear life.
"No, no, please, not her, take me, please take me…" He murmured in his sleep.
Then, everything in his head went dark, and he heard the sound of heels walking towards him. He was in his cell again, reading a magazine. Someone stopped in front of the glass and said his name. He turned around, his nostrils flared and he breathed in her scent… perfume and something… something else. He knew he'd never forget it as long as he lived.
He turned around and looked her in the eyes… she smiled.
Suddenly her smile turned to a look of terror, someone had grabbed her from behind and was holding a Harpy to her throat… it was him, seven years from now.
Clarice was crying, "Hannibal, Hannibal, Hannibal…" she kept repeating
"Hannibal, wake up…"