Hannibal turned the door knob to Clarice's room. He spotted a dog sleeping in the corner. He could see her sleeping figure in the darkness. He saw, even in the darkness, the light pink colour of her bedspread and her even breathing. He walked up within inches of her, not meaning to wake her. She instantly opened her eyes.
"Hannibal? I mean Dr. Lecter?" she said confused. "I did not mean to wake you Clarice. I hope I did not scare you too bad. I have not heard from you lately, Clarice. I am slightly disappointed in you. I have been wanting to know about those lambs, Clarice. Are they still screaming? Saving poor Catherine only stopped them for a little while Clarice, didn't it?" Clarice looked at him. He looked so different. And still the same. "Yes, Dr. Lecter. I want them to go away. After I saved Catherine, they were gone for only a month. They only stopped as long as the fame lasted. I didn't want to be famous, Dr. Lecter. I only wanted them to stop. And I wanted to save Catherine."
After further thought, Clarice began a new subject. "Why did you come here Dr. Lecter?" Hannibal stared at her, his maroon eyes watching her blue ones. "Please, do call me Hannibal. And I came here, believe it or not, to take you away. And your little dog Lucky too." "Dr. - Hannibal, where would we go? And why do you want me to go with you?" His eyes still looked deeply into hers. "I want you to go with me because... I need you Clarice. Now, I can not tell you where we are going until we get there. Would you like me to help you pack?"
After declining Hannibal's offer to pack, Clarice packed everything that meant something to her. Her grandmother's blanket, her mother's card for Clarice's 33rd birthday, and a picture of Clarice and her father. Clarice held the framed photo up, after turning on the light, to see it one more time before placing it into her luggage. A single tear escaped her eyes. It was not time to dwell on the past though. It was time to pack.