Anna woke up the next morning and got out of her bed. Putting on a robe and slippers, she fixed her bed back in order, something that became instinct to her at the hospital. She walked out of her room and saw that one of the guest room doors was opened.

She knew that Hannibal and Graham was staying the night. So one of them was awake. She wasn't sure who. She should apologize to Will. He was a detective, if she did that to a detective, he can have her thrown back in confinement.

She didn't want that.

Anna gently opened the door to her sister's old room, and looked inside. Alex wasn't there. Anna shook her head and closed the door. She walked threw the halls to go down the stairs. She wanted to get a cell phone. She wasn't allowed one in the hospital, and now that she was out, she wanted one, like a normal teen.

She figured that if maybe she asked Rachel, she could get on her good side more. She knew that it would be better to suck up to Rachel a bit, while the sisters investigated a bit. They was still curious about why their dead mother was communicating with Anna.

Anna made her way down the stairs. She smelt coffee being made. "Rachel?" She called. She turned and saw that Dr. Lector was in the kitchen. She looked around and saw that Rachel wasn't there.

She was normally up by now.

Hannibal looked up at her as he pressed down on the lever on the coffee jug that Rachel had bought, apparently last year.

"Good morning Anna." He greeted. Anna pulled her robe closer to her. "Your step mother went out for a run." He told her, as he poured the coffee into a cup. "Can I make you a cup?" He asked. "I don't drink coffee." She told him.

He nodded and started adding things to his cup. "What can I make you then?" He asked her. "I can make it myself, thank you Dr. Lector." She said politely. She walked past him to the cabinet to take out the container of dark Hot chocolate, and a dark chocolate Hershey bar.

She went to the spices and grabbed the cinnamon, before going to the fridge for the milk. She put everything on the counter by the stove and got herself a cup.

Hannibal watched as she made herself hot chocolate. Adding some chunks of the chocolate bar to the liquid as well as some cinnamon. Stirring them together to mix them just right.

She then got started on making herself a bowl of cereal.

She sat in one of the bar stools and started eating her breakfast.

"Anna." Hannibal called. She looked up and looked at him. "I want to take you to my office today for our first session." He told her. "How far away is it?" She asked him. "It's an thirty minutes away from your home." He told her.

"I can have Rachel drive you if you don't want to ride with me. Your father told me how uncomfortable around men." He told her. She looked down at her cereal.

Anna pulled her sweater closer to her as she looked around. Hannibal's office was huge. She looked around and saw his whole second floor was books. She loved books. Reading was something her mom and her had in common.

A soft smile graced her face, remembering all the times Anna would catch her mom in the sun room, rocking back and forth in her rocking chair, a book in her hands, her giant and thick reading glasses, and a cup of hot tea sitting beside her.

Anna would grab a book and read with her mother.

"Anna. Tell me what you are thinking right now." Hannibal said. "Of my mother. She would love your office. She loved books." She told him, still looking around. "You are free to go up and look around the books." He told her.

She looked at him and shook her head no. He gave her a smile and motioned to the seat for her to sit, so she did. She sat down and looked at him.

"Tell me the memory that you was thinking about earlier." He told her. She looked back at the books above.

"She loved books, always carried one with her, everywhere she went, she had a book." Anna closed her eyes and smiled. "Growing up, we would have quiet time. Which meant that Alex and I was to sit in out sunroom, beside our mom, and listen to her read. My sister and I would fall asleep listening to her read to us."

Hannibal sat in front of her, taking notes. A mental picture of her sweet face in his mind.

"Soon, we was able to read, but still had our quite time. It grew longer when we stopped taking naps. We would take our quiet times to the boat house or the dock. Listen to the water as we got lost in a book. Alex grew out of it, she went into the rebellious stage early. But I still did it."

She frowned and her brow creased.

"But then mom got sick. She was getting to weak and sick to read herself, so Alex and I would read to her. And she would fall asleep to us reading to her like we use to do when we was kids. She was moved into the boat house and... She died about three months later."

She opened her eyes to look at him.

"The times with your mother is a good thing to keep with you. Do you still read Anna?" He asked her. She shrugged. "I stopped for a bit, but the hospital thought it would be good for me to read to the younger kids at the hospital. And since I was a well behaved patient, they would allow me to go read to sick kids at the hospital or at nursing homes." She told him.

Hannibal nodded.

"What about for yourself. Do you still read for amusement, to fight boredom?" She shrugged. "Not really. I did start my dad's book though." She answered. He nodded, writing things down. "I want you to start reading more. It is a stress releaser. It helps open the mind. and depending on the book, it can help you with life." He said.

She started playing with her sleeve.

"How much can you tell me about the night your mother passed?" He asked her. She looked away. "Most of it is a blur... and the things I started remembering... I don't know if its even real." She said, shaking her head.

He gave her a look that told her to continue.

"I was at a party and I went home. The explosion happened after that." She said. "I want to hear everything Anna. Tell me what happened at the party? What did you see that night. What did you hear?" He asked her. She shook her head.

"I don't really remember much. I was knocked back and hit my head." She told him. "So you was close enough to be pushed by the explosion?" She nodded.

He gave a breath and got up. "I want to try something but it is unorthodox. So we will need your need your trust in me. I have done this before for another patient who had slight memory loss. She wanted to remember the moment before her father snapped." He told her walking over to a table across the room.

Anna watched him closely. "I do have Rachel's approval for this to see if it helps. But it is a drug. But since I am your doctor having you do this in my presence. I do not want you to do this on your own though." He said pouring the steaming tea into a cup.

He walked over putting a orange slice into the tea to give it a better taste. He handed it to her. "So I'm taking things like marijuana?" She asked looking at it. Hannibal couldn't help but give a small smile. "This is mushrooms. Its not a magic mushroom. Its a wild, but safe mushroom." He explained.

He looked at her as he sat down. She looked up at him with those haunting green eyes of hers that indeed haunted him when he closed his eyes last night when he went to bed.

She then brought the cup up and took a sip. Her face twisted in disgust. It was gross. "I know it doesn't taste the best, but I need you to finish it. I want you finish it, relax, and think back to the night of your mothers death." He told his client.

She has tasted gross cheap beer, she could finish this if it will help her.

She started drinking the warm mushroom tea... to her that sounded gross, but she pushed that thought to the side and kept drinking it.

But the drink soon took its effect on her, and the cup fell from her hands. She just looked at them. The room spun as she looked around her slowly.

She could hear Hannibal talking to her. "Close your eyes Anna. Close your eyes and think hard." He told her. She looked at him and it wasn't him. Well it was but he was all black, and he had horns.

It was horrifying. But with the tea in her system, she felt no fear. She has seen worse honestly.

So she listened to his words so she didn't have to see him like that. The darkness behind her eyes became flickering as if there was a small fire. Like a campfire.

She was now looking at herself at the party when she was fifteen, making out with Matt by the fire.

"I'm at a party." She whispered. Hannibal was watching her, taking notes. Watching her go into the locked away in the back of her mind.

"But I want to go home." She told him, as she watched her shove Matt away and leave ignoring her sisters calling. "It was a party about a mile away from my house. So I ran home." She said, her head lulling back to rest back on the seat.

"I see something in the woods. Three trash bags..." She hesitated, it was something she didn't know actually happened. "Is the trash bags something that really happened? Or is it something that your mind came up with?" He asked her noticing her hesitation.

"I don't know... I think its something that didn't happen... but I keep dreaming of it being there." Her blank self told him. "What's in the bags? Did you ever open them?" She whimpered and nodded.

"In my dreams yes. I wanted to take them to our home dumpster. I couldn't leave them for animals to get into, so I went to take them home. But the first bag moved and broke. Inside was a dead little girl. she was facing the down, but her head snapped around telling me not to go home."

Hannibal kept listening as the girl continued to talk about what happened. And even though she didn't show it, he felt his gut drop. He recognized this.

"I wanted to make Rachel angry and took the watering pale filling it with water and went inside. I did notice a lantern lit in the boat house. I opened the door to get it but remembered that my mom needing help was more important, so I ran inside." She said crying. This must be things she had forgotten.

I was making my way up the hill when I heard a slam, I turned around and that's when the explosion happened. It knocked me back it all just went black." She said.

She opened her eyes and looked around once more, but now her eyes was teary, making them look like glittering emeralds on Hannibal's mothers favorite necklace. He remembered seeing his mother glow when she wore it and how she loved how it sparkled in the light.

This minors eyes reminded him of that. Is that why they haunted him? He wasn't sure to be honest.

Hannibal helped walk Anna to the waiting room, where Rachel was waiting. Rachel stood and wrapped her arms around the teenager. She was still loopy from the tea.

"She remembered what happened. But when she gets over the tea, she may or may not remember. Its locked out of her mind so she wouldn't suffer for it. But she is. So I am looking foreword to figuring out how to help her, and actually helping her." Hannibal said.

Rachel looked at the girl nodding.

"I'll get stop and get her some food." She said, "That should help her, and I'll make sure that she will get some rest once we get home and some food in her." Rachel told her old teacher. He nodded. "Make sure she does. We don't want her to get hurt." He said.

She shook his hand and left with Anna.

Hannibal watched them.

Poor Pretty Little Anna. So broken.