A/N This was written the morning after the previous chapters were, cos it was 4.30am and I wanted to sleep. So I did. Now on with the story.

Hannibal Lecter stepped into a coffee shop in Norwich and sat in a corner out of the way, listening. He was listening to the people speak, trying to understand the accent. After about an hour, he managed to imitate it perfectly, so he walked to thde train station and got a ticket to Cromer.

Kara was at work the next day when she first heard something strange was amist. She was about to get off for lunch and, having worked for the past five hours, was exasted.

"There's a strange man come to town." Remarked Brian as she started untying her apron.

Suddenly, Kara was wide awake.

"Really? What was he like? Why was he strange? When did he come?"

Brian was slightly puzzled by her sudden panic, but he answered the questions anyway.

"He seemed like a model citizen. He came here last night as we closed and talked to me. He said he was a journalist and wanted to know all about this place. So I says, I says '"Cromer's is the best chippie around, that's all everyoens ever needed to know"' and he asked me why it was so good. I was clever though, I knew he was after my recipe so I says '"That would be ol' Kara, our young server. She lives in the nearest caravan park and she's a treat with the customers, she is"'"

Kara went pale, she knew that was the doctor, it couldn't be anyone else. She couldn't blame good-willed Brian. He probably thought he was doing some good.

"Right, well, I'll be off home for my lunch, I'll be back in an hour, probably less, ok?" She could barely walk as she made her way to the caravan site. First stop was Pollie. The found her sitting at the Information desk, as usual. Kara wasted no time.

"Did a strange man come here last night?" She asked bluntly

"Hmm, strange? Well, I wouldn't call him strange. He was a bit different though. Seemed a bit too posh to be renting a caravan"

"He rented a caravan#? Which one?" Kara's heart was beating fast.

"It was one near you actually. He said that was the one he wanted. He must be one of those regulars who comes here every summer to the same caravan. He chose the Platinum pakage, so he must have been rich"

Kara's caravan was different to the others. The ones for rent had a toilet and a shower and were very big and cemented to the ground. Hers was the type that was meant to go on the back of a car. The caravan park had a system of packages ranging from bronze (Pretty plain. TV, two bedrooms, toilet, no shower. The usual holiday package) to platinum (Large, fully working bathroom, stocked fridge, gift basket, good shampoo. Quite costly)

Kara walked off without another look at her friend. She rounded a corner and leaned against the brick wall of the centre, breathing deeply. Once she was calm, Kara set off towards her caravan,

She didn't really look at the other caravan that she now knew housed the cannibalistic doctor. She managed to cast a sideways glance, but no more.

Kara went inside her 'van and decided what to do. She couldn't leave with a big rucksack or a luggage bag, it would be too suspicios. He would know.

She cast around the dinky caravan until her eyes rested on a small fashion rucksack. She rolled some pairs of knickers into tight balls and layed them out evenly across the bottom of the sack. Then she proceeded to roll up two tops, a pair of shorts, some trousers and a large white men's shirt. Her pack wasn't completely full, but Kara needed it to look as if there wasn't much in there. She didn't want to arouse suspision. She undid a sock ball and carefully lad two trainer socks on top. She could still close the zip easily, which was good.

Lastly, she went over to the little baked bean tin and took out the wad of £20 notes. There wasn't much, no more than £300, but it would get her on a ferry somewhere. She carefully put it into the front pocket of her back pack, making sure it didn't bulge out.

And then she was all packed.

Kara was about to leave when she realise dshe would need her fleece. Lecter was probably spying on her right now. It would look ok if she left with the bag, but not if she wore a huge fleece too. Kara brainstormed quickly until an idea cam eot her.

She opened the caravan door and stepped out. Then she faked a shiver and rubbed her arms as if it were very cold outside. Then, as if as an afterthought, he went back inside and came out wearing the fleece. She swung the little backpag loosely over her shoulder and started walking away towards Cromer's again.

She wouldn't go inside, she just needed to look as if that waa where she was heading. As soon as the caravan park was out of site, she walked a little faster.

Kara tried to look inconspicuous as she passed the chip shop. She didn't want to have to say goodbye to Brian.

But he saw her anyway. He motioned to her to come over to him.

"Ah" He said, eyeing her bag and fleece. Most people would think the looked normal, but Brian knew something was up. "I see. You're off. It's that man isn't it? Yes, I noticed your face when I told you about him. I love you like you are my own Kara, but I worry about you just as much too. I'll come with you"

Kara looked at him, wishing that he could "Don't be silly, you have to look after Cromer's. I'll be ok."

Brian sighed.; "you're right. Well, I'll be with you in spirit. Wait a sec" He dashed into the shop and opened the till, taking some money from it.

"Here, this should help you out. The next ferry leaves in a few minutes, get on it and don't look back. I'm sorry I helped him find you, I…"

"He would have found out anyway, don't worry. I'll send you a postcard, maybe" She hugged him and then proceeded to walk to the ferry

Kara booked a ticket on the next ferry, but refrained from actually getting on until it was the final bording. She was going to stand watch in case Lector decided to follow her onto the ferry. Yes, she realised that she probably wouldn't recognise him. And he probably wouldn't be looking suspicious or anything. But Kara kept a look out none the less.

Luckily, no one else (save two elderly ladies and some ready-to-party teens) came onto the ferry and, as the captain rung the bell, she hopped onto the ferry.

To hell with letting him find her. She was going to provide a chase.