Was there ever any doubt?

- On the towel, /Starling’s towel/ lay Frederick Chilton’s gold pen.

Clarice.

He’d be with her soon.

Perhaps if he was just clever enough, Hannibal could devise a way out of here after all.

- Chilton sat on Hannibal’s cot, laughing as he picked up the towel and moved it aside, shaking his head.

“You only get one more day with her. Then Baltimore Homicide takes over the interrogation. They’re screwing a chair to the floor for you in the electroshock therapy room. -

- Was it those good, hard ankles? The way her hair shines?

She’s glorious, isn’t she? Remote and glorious. A winter sunset of a girl, that’s the way I think of her.
I know it’s been some time since you’ve seen a winter sunset, but take my word for it.”—

- Hannibal wouldn’t deign Chilton with a response. He focused his eyes on a patch of wall far away from Chilton to slight him further.

“Years of silence and then Jack Crawford sends down his girl and you just went to jelly, didn’t you? What was it that got you, Hannibal? —

-When Hannibal could open his eyes again, Chilton had ordered him tied to the handcart, the restraints keeping him from retaliating.

“Dreaming of greener pastures, Hannibal? Dreaming of that little piece of work that visits you by order of Jack Crawford?” —

- “No. Did you talk him into it?”

Soft laughter from Hannibal. He wouldn’t give Chilton the pleasure of hearing him laugh and enjoy Starling’s company.

“Are you asking me, Officer Starling, if I /suborned/ Mr. Miggs’ felony suicide? Don’t be silly. It has a certain -

- “Punishment, you see, for Miggs. Dr. Chilton does love his little games.”

Clarice eyed the room further. Not even the mattress on the small cot remained. Even the toilet seat had been taken.

Hannibal fixed his eyes on her.

“I’ll give you Buffalo Bill, Clarice. -

-“Goddamn television.” Starling remarked, unable to see his face, but understanding that the purpose of the television was to torment Lecter, “I’ll disconnect it for you...”

“Tsk tsk tsk...” Hannibal replied, “Clarice, there are other ways you could help me, if you’re worried.”-

- “Thank you.” She replied as he broke the silence.

“Your bleeding has stopped.”

Clarice’s breath hitched in her throat as Hannibal smiled.

How did he know that?

“Dr. Lecter,” Clarice asked, looking at the TV and back into the dark, “What happened?” -

- he stormed off. He called for his guards to strip Hannibal’s cell of all possessions, even his drawings. As they strapped Hannibal to the hand cart he dreaded so much, Chilton made further instructions for them to remove his toilet seat as well.

Hannibal was placed upright-

— - direction. They had seen what Hannibal did, but the joke was on Chilton.

Lecter had refused to speak, but had responded by folding an origami chicken that pecked when the tail was manipulated up and down.

Crumpling the art sample, Chilton tossed it on the floor as —

“I believe the expression is: burning one’s candle at both ends.”

Hannibal raised his glass.

“Cheers.”

- The strongest elements, Clarice, lie in the middle of the periodic table, roughly between iron and silver.

Between iron and silver. I believe that is appropriate for you.

-Hannibal Lecter

“Memory, Agent Starling, is what I have instead of a view.”

“Quid pro quo. I tell you things, you tell me things. Not about this case though. About yourself. Quid pro quo. Yes or no?”

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