Luna fell asleep on the hammock that Hansen set up in her backyard.
She only realized it when she woke up.
She looked up and realized it was starting to get dark.
Wait what time is it?
She had meatloaf cooking in the slow cooker.
She was supposed to have dinner with Hannibal tonight!
Lot of things to do and she has so little time left.
It's probably almost 6:00 pm.
She scurried into her slippers and stood up.
She pushed the sliding door open and stepped inside the house.
Horror hit her; she covered her mouth to contain the scream.
"You scared me half to death!" she exclaimed.
Hannibal stood in her kitchen; he was preparing something.
"I figured you will forget and make up an excuse not to have dinner with me." He was being sarcastic.
"I'm sorry about lunch" she said imploring his forgiveness.
"It's alright, Hansen being in town is rare" he chose to keep up with her lie.
Luna sighed "… There's something I have to tell you about Hansen" she said tilting her head to the side.
Hannibal walked towards her; Luna thought about backing down but she had to tell him.
"Hansen is…" Hannibal placed a finger on her lips to silence her.
"I don't need to know what you did or did not do today; all that matters is you're here with me…"
He kissed her and her thoughts flew away like fireflies.
Just when she thought she was running out of breath he stopped
"…I need you to just be here with me" Her confession can wait, she thought.
"So what are we having for dinner?" she asked excited; pretending she hasn't prepared anything yet.
Hannibal walked back to the table to remove the steel cloche.
"A wide array of cookies and cold glasses of milk"
His flair for the dramatic made Luna giggle,
"I'm not joking" Hannibal said; Luna gaped at him surprised.
"I was kinda hoping you'd whip up something out of your magic hat and feed me good food"
"Well, I'm entitled to a lazy day from time to time"
"Well, luckily I have a stash of flyers from Alana's Chinese take outs"
She only realized it after it stung her, Alana…
The scenes ran through her head again; Alana and Hannibal.
Hannibal kissed her on the temple wrapping her in his arms from behind.
He took her tightly clasped hands to open them and interlace her fingers with his.
"I'm not up for Chinese" he whispered on her right ear.
"Good! I just changed my mind about it too" Luna said trying not to sound dreary.
She turned her stool around to face him.
She closed her eyes trying to make the images in her head stop.
Alana's a good person; she's sure of it; she believes in the cause and effect concept.
That's why she needs to talk to Will; hopefully sooner rather than later.
Hannibal must have noticed it "Are you alright Luna?" he asked pulling Luna back into the "Now".
"Yes, I think I need to change for dinner"
"Don't change, you look perfectly fine"
Luna looked at what she was wearing again, an ash blue empire waist chiffon dress.
She's been wearing it since morning, gosh she must smell.
"I really think I should change Hannibal" she got out of her stool to leave.
Hannibal caught her by the arm before she can even step away from the table.
Pulled her towards him and pushed her towards the wall, pinning her.
"Hannibal what's wrong?" Luna inquired.
"Nothing's wrong, I missed you that's all" he breathed the words on her neck.
"Hannibal…" he covered her mouth with one hand."Shhh… I need this"
Luna's eyes widened in pain as he raked his fingers on her left thigh.
Déjà vu… Here she was thinking they already got over the outbursts.
Just when she thought she was about to scream his right hand left her thigh.
Luna removed the hand that covered her mouth; she gasped for air.
"Tell me what's going on" she demanded.
She tried to make eye contact but Hannibal evaded her eyes.
He took his hand back from Luna pushing her back to the wall gently by the stomach.
He's having one of those bad days she thought.
She needs to learn how to live with this; if she really wants to be with him.
His forehead rested on her; his eyes were closed.
She waited for the apology that usually comes after one of his sudden breakdowns.
But it never came, instead she felt a sharp edge force its way through her chest.
"You've hurt me Luna" The realization hit her late; confusion has overridden all the thoughts in her head.
All her worries faded, the burning meatloaf, forgetting to wrap her gift… there was nothing left.
Hannibal sensed a change in Luna but he was too filled with anger to care.
Luna's blood was oozing down his hand.
He broke the pact to keep her safe.
The promise he made to her father to protect her from harm.
She broke him.
He allowed her in and she broke him.
What he's doing is justified.
Everyone assumed he was changing for them, Alana, Will even Jack.
The fact is he was changing for her.
Luna's confusion marked her face as she stared down the knife that was withdrawing from her body.
It left a red spot on her dress, a spot that turned into a crimson stain in a matter of seconds.
The color was starting to invade her whole bodice.
She felt Hannibal's presence break free from hers.
She started to fall forward… on her knees… and to her side.
This is just a dream she thought; she's still swaying asleep on her hammock.
He would never do this to me she assured herself.
She started to heave and she shuddered in tears.
"You knew this was coming Luna, don't act so surprised"
Hannibal was on her kitchen sink, washing his blood soaked hands.
She was gasping "Just give in Luna, make it easier for yourself"
His voice… there was a tinge of pain in his voice.
It made her want to comfort him, but how?
He just made that impossible, she was in denial.
She wanted to explain, but explain what exactly?
She doesn't know what brought this on.
Words refused to leave her lips, she was already losing her battle with consciousness, losing the light in her eyes.
Then she remembered something.
It made her clasp a clump of her dress guarding her body.
It was pointless, if she was dying, then it's dying too.
A sickening realization hit her.
Everything she went through catapulted her to this moment.
It made no sense.
Will Graham's call routed to Luna's Voice mail.
He decided to leave her a message.
I got the note you left me, because of it I'm starting to regret something i did.
I'm afraid it's too late to change course now,
I called your aunt, she'll come over to pick you... leave with them.
You can raise the baby on your own. You don't need Hannibal for that.
Hannibal stood frozen at the threshold of his home.
It was almost 7:00 pm, he took Luna's mobile phone to listen in on Luna's plans but heard Will Graham's message instead.
He turned around and played it again, the coat hanging on his arm fell on the floor the same time the message ended.
He was frozen and trembling at the same time.
Tears started to well out of his eyes.
He could go back!
But what for? He remembered the last glance he made at Luna's lifeless body.
It took all his strength to go on and close the door behind him.
He dropped to his knees setting his back against the door.
he couldn't think straight.
She was with child? He had a child.
He was going to be a father.
He thought about how happy they would have been.
He would have taken care of it like he took care of Mischa.
He mourned. He grieved. But he had to stop.
The quiet painful tears turn to silent madness.
They don't know what they just made him do.
What they got themselves into.
Hannibal took the hand that clasped Luna's dress in attempt to guard her baby.
He placed it on his face pressing it hard on his cheek hoping she would radiate with warmth as she always did, but there was nothing.
He carefully laid it back on the floor as if she was just sleeping and she didn't want to wake her.
His hand made its way to her womb and he started to tremble.
The essence that surrounded Luna earlier was his.
He couldn't sense it anymore.
He started rocking Luna with his body.
What has he done?
Then the loud noise of his alarm clock woke him up.
It was almost 8:00 pm.
He was dreaming!
Hannibal jack knifed out of bed to call Luna.
It started to ring, the phone was ringing under his pillow.
It felt like his heart was pulled out of his chest.
The raw pain.
She was really gone.
Hannibal stood in his kitchen, cooking calmed his rage.
Jack crawford comes in...
Hannibal: "Hello Jack, you're early, Would you care to sous-chef?"
Jack: "I want to thank you for your friendship, Hannibal."
Hannibal: "The most beautiful quality of a true friendship is to understand and be understood with absolute clarity"
Jack: "Then this is the clearest moment of our friendship."