Clarice Starling sat in the small dull grey office. The silence surrounding her felt eerie and haunted. A waft of fresh air, smelling of sweat swam through to halls and into her open office. "Hmm, the new agents must have just gotten off of the course, bring on the stench" She readied herself as a few very sweaty young men walked past the door. In the hand of the man closest to her was concealed a small CD player. The head phones hung down by his knees as he walked. The channel was turned to the radio. He probably doesn't have any good CD's. Well the radios a good choice. She decided. The volume was turned up dramatically. Clarice recognized the station immediately and turned her own radio to it. The next song they played was rap, by P Diddy or LL cool J (one of those rapper guys.) She turned the radio off at the noise and looked down at her shoes.

Cheap shoes huh? She thought to herself. Dr. Lecter always spoke the ruth and she knew it.

            It was only after a few minutes passed that she looked up again. As her head righted itself on her shoulders, her mouth opened and she began to sing.

I've got it all, but I feel so deprivedI go up, I come down and I'm emptier insideTell me what is this thing that I feel like I'm missingAnd why can't I let it goShe stopped and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. "What the hell…" she paused and looked back down. Finally she decided it was well time enough for her to put in her time for the day. She was going nutty. There's gotta be more to life...Than chasing down every temporary high to satisfy meCause the more that I'm...Trippin' out thinkin' there must be more to life

Well it's life, but I'm sure... There's gotta be more

She sang rather loudly as she walked down the hall. Her brief case filled with Lecter files and photos. Suddenly she was surrounded by several office workers who were dancing and singing along. One of which was the head of behavioral sciences. Jack Crawford.

Than wanting moreI've got the time and I'm wasting it slowlyHere in this moment I'm half-way out the doorOnto the next thing, I'm searching for something that's missingI'm wanting more

Jack Jumped up into a Micheal Jackson move and landed in a full split on the ground. Clarice's eyes widened in shock. "Sir are you alright?" he didn't have time to respond before she began singing again.

I'm always waiting on something other than thisWhy am I feelin' like there's something I missed....Always... Always...More to lifeThere's gotta be more to life (more to life)There's gotta be more to life (more)More to my life

She ended as she walked out of the building. "Holy shit Clarice, what's wrong with you?" she said stepping into her car.