Surprise Suprise
It had been only 2 days later that she had rung the number that was on the card that Jack Crawford gave her.
'Hello, Crawford speaking.'
'Hey Jack, it's Clarice.' She could hear the surprised silence. He obviously didn't expect her to call so soon, or at all.
'Starling, are you alright?'
'Yes. I'm fine.' A moment. 'Listen Jack, I am so sorry about what happened the other day. I shouldn't have reacted…'
'Starl…Clarice, it's fine. Honest. I understand.'
'I need to see someone Jack.'
'Ok..'
'But I don't want you thinking that I'm some sort of a mental case.'
'Clarice, listen remember will Graham? After he killed that man, he went to an asylum. Not because he was insane. But because he wanted time. To gather himself. To come to terms with things. Just think of it like that. Ok?' Already she could feel the tears in her eyes. She didn't trust her voice straight away.
'Clarice? You there? Are you alright?'
'Yeah, yeah I'm fine.'
'Ok, I'll call you soon ok?'
'Ok, thanks Jack.'
'Your welcome Clarice.' And even after he had put the phone down on the other end, she still held the receiver to her ear, listening to the last time she would be able to call the FBI like that again. A single tear rolled down her face, and already, she was ashamed of it.
End of FlashBack.
Shaking her head slightly to bring her back to the real world, she entered the brown door that she had come across. She assumed that this was the room that she wanted to be at, so she went in.
The room was tastefully decorated, a light cream colour with wood boarders on the walls and wood window frames. The colour above the boarder was a whitish colour, slightly lighter than the main cream colour. Hanging on the walls were some beautiful paintings. The seats were very comfortable looking. It was a very relaxing room. And in the far corner of the room, there was a large fish tank with all kind of tropical fish in, swimming around the fake coral and plants that were inside, picking up and spitting out the pale gravel. The gentle humming of the pump inside the tank was even more relaxing. Another brown door was in the corner by the fish tank.
There was a small reception desk almost in the centre of the room, and Clarice figured she had to go it. The small, young, blond haired woman hadn't noticed that she had entered the room. She was buried under a mountain of papers.
'Excuse me?' Clarice said, politely. The woman jumped slightly.
'Oh, sorry. Are you here to see Doctor Walker?'
'Yes, I have an appointment at 2:30.'
'Oh yes, are you Clarice Starling?'
'I am..'
'Well Miss Starling, you're early. Would you like to take a seat? Maybe read a few magazines?'
'Thank you.' Clarice said as she turned to sit in one of the comfortable chairs. They were very comfy indeed.
About five minutes later, a small buzzing noise came from behind the desk. The woman spoke, and said to Clarice
'He's ready for you now.' Clarice, slightly startled, nodded her head and got up. Just as she turned around to the door leading into another room, the woman spoke again.
'Is this your first time?' Clarice spun round.
'Yes, yes it is.'
'Let me give you some advice. Relax. I can't hear a thing. No-one but Doctor Walker can hear you. Tell the truth and you'll do fine.'
'Tell the truth?'
'Yeah, he always seems to know if your lying. Like this one time, I pulled a sickie, and he asked me….' Clarice butted in
'ok, thank you.' He mind started racing to Hannibal, who always knew what she was thinking.
'Your welcome!' Go right through!'
Clarice walked towards the door and put her hand on the door handle to open it. It gently swung open….
It had been only 2 days later that she had rung the number that was on the card that Jack Crawford gave her.
'Hello, Crawford speaking.'
'Hey Jack, it's Clarice.' She could hear the surprised silence. He obviously didn't expect her to call so soon, or at all.
'Starling, are you alright?'
'Yes. I'm fine.' A moment. 'Listen Jack, I am so sorry about what happened the other day. I shouldn't have reacted…'
'Starl…Clarice, it's fine. Honest. I understand.'
'I need to see someone Jack.'
'Ok..'
'But I don't want you thinking that I'm some sort of a mental case.'
'Clarice, listen remember will Graham? After he killed that man, he went to an asylum. Not because he was insane. But because he wanted time. To gather himself. To come to terms with things. Just think of it like that. Ok?' Already she could feel the tears in her eyes. She didn't trust her voice straight away.
'Clarice? You there? Are you alright?'
'Yeah, yeah I'm fine.'
'Ok, I'll call you soon ok?'
'Ok, thanks Jack.'
'Your welcome Clarice.' And even after he had put the phone down on the other end, she still held the receiver to her ear, listening to the last time she would be able to call the FBI like that again. A single tear rolled down her face, and already, she was ashamed of it.
End of FlashBack.
Shaking her head slightly to bring her back to the real world, she entered the brown door that she had come across. She assumed that this was the room that she wanted to be at, so she went in.
The room was tastefully decorated, a light cream colour with wood boarders on the walls and wood window frames. The colour above the boarder was a whitish colour, slightly lighter than the main cream colour. Hanging on the walls were some beautiful paintings. The seats were very comfortable looking. It was a very relaxing room. And in the far corner of the room, there was a large fish tank with all kind of tropical fish in, swimming around the fake coral and plants that were inside, picking up and spitting out the pale gravel. The gentle humming of the pump inside the tank was even more relaxing. Another brown door was in the corner by the fish tank.
There was a small reception desk almost in the centre of the room, and Clarice figured she had to go it. The small, young, blond haired woman hadn't noticed that she had entered the room. She was buried under a mountain of papers.
'Excuse me?' Clarice said, politely. The woman jumped slightly.
'Oh, sorry. Are you here to see Doctor Walker?'
'Yes, I have an appointment at 2:30.'
'Oh yes, are you Clarice Starling?'
'I am..'
'Well Miss Starling, you're early. Would you like to take a seat? Maybe read a few magazines?'
'Thank you.' Clarice said as she turned to sit in one of the comfortable chairs. They were very comfy indeed.
About five minutes later, a small buzzing noise came from behind the desk. The woman spoke, and said to Clarice
'He's ready for you now.' Clarice, slightly startled, nodded her head and got up. Just as she turned around to the door leading into another room, the woman spoke again.
'Is this your first time?' Clarice spun round.
'Yes, yes it is.'
'Let me give you some advice. Relax. I can't hear a thing. No-one but Doctor Walker can hear you. Tell the truth and you'll do fine.'
'Tell the truth?'
'Yeah, he always seems to know if your lying. Like this one time, I pulled a sickie, and he asked me….' Clarice butted in
'ok, thank you.' He mind started racing to Hannibal, who always knew what she was thinking.
'Your welcome!' Go right through!'
Clarice walked towards the door and put her hand on the door handle to open it. It gently swung open….