Dun dun dun.sorry 'bout the cliff-hanger folks. I just had to...you know how that goes. As usual...[insert disclaimer here].

After Clarice got off the phone with Cara, she went up to her bedroom and sat down at her desk. She pulled open a drawer and took out a picture...the one picture she had of her family. It was taken fourteen years ago in Central Park. Back when her brother was still alive; back when Cara still lived in the United States; back when Clarice was happy. Staring at the picture, tears welled up in Starling's eyes. She choked back the urge to cry and placed the picture back in the drawer. She then took out another picture. This was a picture of Dr. Lecter that she took from the basement shortly before she was booted off the Bureau. This picture had the power to make her tears stream down her face in a matter of seconds.

"Where are you Hannibal?" she asked out loud. "Why haven't you contacted me yet? Do you even think of me like I think of you?"

Clarice stood up, placed the picture on the desk, and threw herself into bed, sobbing. "I miss you," she murmured. "Please come back..."