Clarice looked up wonderingly at the Belvedere as the taxi driver eased to a stop at it's steps.  She swallowed, thinking maybe she should have woken Will up.  After all, it wasn't on the best terms that we last parted company. 

You're not going to go back for Will.  That little voice in the back of her mind was taunting again.  It would spoil the fun.

And what fun would it be to get eaten by a mad man? She quickly fired back.

That all depends on your definition of eating, now doesn't it?

Clarice blushed at the audacity of her own internal monologue.

The taxi drive cleared his throat.  She had been staring at the building for many long minutes now.

"Oh," Clarice shook her head, dazed.  "Sorry," she said searching through her wallet.  She sighed with relief when her hand seized upon a folded up bill.  "Here," she said, "Keep the change.  Gratzi."  Then she stepped out onto the pavement, eyes searching the tall building for any sign.  The façade of the museum loomed before her, revealing nothing.  No lights shined from anywhere within.

The wind picked up, tugging at her long dress, and pulling pieces of hair from her delicate hair styling.  She wondered at the impossibility of her getting into what was probably a high security lock down museum.  She thought she heard a noise, most curiously like a door slamming.  She stood still, until she heard it again.  Moving slowly, trying to carry the lovely dress to avoid it's ruin, she tapped along the street in her high heels, until she managed to round the corner of the building and peer into the darkness of the alley next to it.  Down the long shadowy corridor, she saw a door open away from her, then crash back into the frame it was supposed to fit into.  Something, however, was blocking the doorway.

The door banged again in the wind, but Clarice didn't flinch.  It was too late now to go back on prior decisions.  Into the darkness she first walked, then ran.  Coming up to the door, she realized it was a service door, for workers to enter through, and it was being propped open by a piece of wood lodged into the automatic locking mechanism.  Clarice wrenched the wood out and threw it aside, listening to it clatter to a rest on the pavement.  Then she boldly strode into the lightless world on the other side of the door.