It was past midnight before Clarice returned. She looked like she had been running, sweat pearls was showing, as was her cloths sweaty.

Disposing of the truck hadn't been a problem, it was driving and parking the darn shit. Clarice had parked it almost 50 miles away, and had then hitched hiked some of the way back, the last 5 miles she had run.

She remembered how she had run every day, when she was an agent. When she had moved to France she had given her self some slack, the running had decreased. And running the five miles had taken the tall on her, not to mention that she had had anything to eat yet.

When Clarice reached the door, she passed out.

Hannibal heard a thug; he knew instantly that it was Clarice. He rushed down the stairs and found his little Starling lying on the floor.



A/N Sooo what did you think of my change?? Don't worry there is more to come. From here the two stories take a different turn.