Lecter had heard Clarice going down stairs. But when she didn't come back up 2 hours later, he decided to go down and see what she was doing. Cleaning the kitchen couldn't take that long, so there had to be something wrong.

The warmth from the candles was disappearing, leaving only the dark. Lecter had no difficulty in finding his way to the kitchen and sure enough Clarice was there, she sat in her robe lost once again in thought.

Lecter didn't want to disturb her, so he sat quietly at the other end of the table, looking at Clarice and waiting.

The sun had begun to rise, when Clarice returned to the world of the living, in her thoughts she had had a long talk with her old self. She had been shocked to know that Lecter had so much power over her, how much she loved him, and what she would be willing to do for him.

Was she still incorruptible? Yes she was, her values where the same, yet changed somehow.

A thought crept into her mind. I could really, use a shrink, my head is messed up. Clarice burst out laughing, Lecter looked at her thinking she had lost it, what ever it was.

"Clarice?" She tried to stop, but couldn't tears begin to run down her cheeks. Between her laugh and breathing she managed to find her voice. "I'm sorry. I can't stop." The rest was lost in another laugh.

Lecter, was amused, it wasn't anything serious.

Finally Clarice got a hold on her self, she straitened up, and she looked out the window.

"God what time is it?" Clarice was utterly surprised by the fact that it was light out side. "It's 7:54 am my dear." Clarice couldn't hide her despair with her loosing track of time. "I don't know why I keep doing that." "You know Clarice." Lecter put a steaming cup of coffee in front of her and took a seat as well. "You still owe me an answer." Lecter didn't mention the question to which she was in debt, and she knew, she had owed him an answer for 15 years now.

"I know." Clarice looked into the depths of his eyes. "They have screamed for 15 years Dr. Lecter." "And now Clarice, do they scream now." Clarice took a sip of her coffee, savoring its warmth. "Not anymore." They both knew why, Lecter knew her reason to kill. He had seen it in her eyes all those years ago. She had never been meant, for saving the lambs, she had a different destiny. But he couldn't tell her, she had to figure it out for her self, maybe he had set it off 5 years ago, and now she was here, she had sent for him, the only way he would ever response, was if she was free from her former master and with knowledge of what she was capable off. He would never have guess that she 5 lives on her hands, no he had thought that Manhüsen was a call for help, but the further it went he knew it was more. Lecter sighed as Did Clarice.

Clarice dreaded the question yet she needed to ask it. "So what happens now?" Lecter wasn't about to let her off that easy; it was his turn to have his fun.