Clarice Starling looked apprehensively at the boarding sign for Flight 346 to Florence. Will practically read her thoughts. She'll be in a house he recently lived in. Still fresh from what the landlord had said. Apparently, no one wants to rent a house that once held a fugitive cannibal. What happens if he wants his china back? Graham smiled and moved to catch up with Clarice who had shouldered her carryon and plunged down the hall toward the plane. Graham was happy when he saw that the seats in the plane were arranged in twos. Clarice took the one by the window, refusing to stow her bag in the overhead compartment and Graham took the walkway seat. Clarice fidgeted a little while the plane took off, then after they had leveled out, she took a folder from her bag and began to sort through the pictures of the house again. Graham, remembering what had happened the last time he looked at crime scene photos on a plane, watched carefully to make sure she didn't pull out any pictures of the dead Italian policeman.

Other passengers on the plane stole glances at Will's face. Truth to tell, in the time he'd spent with Clarice Starling, he'd forgotten about the scarring, mostly because she herself seemed to forget it's presence. Now a child sitting caddy corner to him gave him long glances while his mother repeatedly grabbed his wrists and told him how impolite he was being.

It wasn't long before Graham fell asleep. He woke up once during the long flight to see Clarice staring out the window as if in a trance. The picture in front of her was Lecter's mug shots. Graham closed his eyes, remembering the dangerous and smug smile Lecter had given the photographer during those pictures, even while he was in a straight jacket, and drifted back off.

He next awoke as the pilot was announcing their descent. He re-buckled his seatbelt and turned to see Clarice still in that posture of contemplation. "Starling," he said. She jumped, startled. Her eyes were blurry and swirled into focus on him only slowly as if she didn't recognize him or hadn't expected him to be there. "We're landing," Graham pointed out. "Put your belt on." She fumbled with the straps, her eyes still blurred and Graham had the feeling Clarice Starling was one of those people who would fall asleep with their eyes open.

She put her files away and sat quietly as the plane landed. Although Graham would have been content to wait until all the other passengers departed, Clarice practically pushed him out of his seat the moment the plane stopped taxiing. "Eager, are we, Agent Starling?" He teased casually.

"You have no idea," she said, smiling as she shoved him along in her first real display of friendliness.

Clarice's luggage had been misplaced, so it was in a rather foul mood that she snatched the keys to the rental Volkswagen from the attendant. Graham smiled in a way of an apology to the woman and then ran to keep up with Starling's agitated pace.

"It's okay, Starling. Crawford allowed us plenty of spending money. We'll just stop at a few shops before we go to the hotel."

Clarice snorted. "Hotel? Forget that! We're going straight to the house, pal. Do not pass go, do not collect $200."

"I think it would be a better idea to relax before you go running into any situations that involve speaking with other people. What could you have lost anyway? Some shirts and a few pairs of cheap shoes?"

Clarice's nostrils flared and she stopped dead. "For your information," she started, her breathing more controlled than her face as she swung around to face him, "Those shoes were in no way cheap," she snarled the last word. "And I had some personal items in there, as well."

Graham stared down at Clarice, her eyes full of the passion that was her anger. At that moment, even Lecter would have looked like a puppy next to her. No wonder he likes you so much; you're just full of surprises. You must be no end of amusement for him. "Look, Starling. Let's just forget about it. We'll go to the house, but let me do the talking, okay?"

Her response was to turn around and stalk to the red Volkswagen. This is going to be one of those days, Graham thought, as he slipped into the passenger's seat. Clarice backed out in one fluid motion and then floored the gas out of the parking lot.