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Harold Knight
1913
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THE coffee was bitter and hot, the hospital's hallways were quiet as ghosts, and Alice Graham had just visited her brother's room when she visualized her husband's text message. "They found her, the dragon's muse, she is recovering now. We just interrogated her, I'll be a bit busy this afternoon so I'll only be able to call you later, send Blanche a hug for me."

She didn't reply with much enthusiasm, perhaps because her soul was conflicted about her feelings' true nature. A battle between reason and sensations tore her apart as she watched her daughter draw with one of the crayons she found inside the leather pencil case. Banche was somewhat clumsy in her sketches, but they were better elaborated than an average child's, and the new present sent by "Mommy's friend", made her even brighter and more enthusiastic than ever.

That's when she heard them, the doctors murmuring in low gossip about the recent patient called Reba, who was attacked by a dangerous serial killer. Their talks reminded her of when she came back from Europe and the news was all about Hannibal's journey in Europe "the cannibal's wife, an evil mind or a suffering innocent?" She could see that same look in those doctors' eyes now, the same look people had when she tried to pack her stuff and leave Hannibal's house at the time: judgment.

"Room 25 yeah, she's gonna be alright though, she got out of the house just in time before the smoke filled her lungs." One of them said.

"Hella lucky, I've had patients who couldn't last 2 hours after a fire like that." Another replied.

Alice tried to drift away from the conversation and focus on her daughter sitting by her side, she seemed to be attempting to draw a rainbow only with a grey crayon now. "That's too somber, Blan." Alice chuckled. "A rainbow is supposed to have many colors, not just one."

"Mommy!"The little brunette rolled her dolly like eyes."You need psective!"

"I need what?"

"Psective!"

Alice furrowed her eyebrows again thinking. "You mean...perspective?" The girl nodded, and Alice smiled. "Oh...wow, okay... got it."

Blanche then ignored her and continued to draw meticulously, as Alice found funny her daughter's young but surprising attitude. One of the thoughts that came to her mind made her whole body shiver and paralyze, she instinctively touched the necklace she wore, taking in a deep trembling breath, trying to gain strength.

"And she's blind." A doctor continued. "Her survival was a blessing."

"You can say that again."Another agreed.

"Wait, s o you mean she fell for the Tooth Fairy because of his personality? Like, not because she was her type or anything?" One of them said surprised.

"Damn, I didn't think about that."The first one nodded.

"She must be a psycho just like him."

Alice sighed, closing her fists with hidden anger, according to Will that woman had no idea of what happened, how could they simply judge her so easily? They knew nothing about what that felt like, and she could imagine, the pain that the victim could be suffering.

But she was awakened when Blanche suddenly pushed and pulled her arm over and over again, she looked at her daughter. "Snack!" The girl pouted her lips.

"Hungry? Again?"She asked, and Blanche nodded repeatedly. "I swear to God, I don't know from who you got that appetite from."

The mother got up from her seat and instructed the girl to remain on the same location. Alice proceeded to walk through the hospital's hallways in silence, trying to shake away the thoughts that disturbed her mind and induced her to fill her eyes with fears, Why did it hurt so badly? Why did this endless depression and the overthinking process was never over?

If only she could forget, if only she could erase him completely from her mind, if only she made the correct choices from the start...maybe things wouldn't be that way...or would they?

She remembered the sketch he gave her again...would she do it all over again, for him?

The vending machine was bright and tricky, swallowing coins and promising items she wasn't willing to give. Alice's patience was already at its' limit, and everybody knows a mother is capable of doing anything for her daughter. Tried to sneak her arm into the entrance, almost making it stuck, useless. Her eyes wandered for any staff, anyone to help her, but she was alone.

She stared again at the machine, almost as if she dueled it. If Will and Hannibal were there they'd probably find a wise solution to solve it, without any hush or stress...she shook it, almost broke it, creating noise into that chaotic gesture until the bag of chips fell, announcing her victory.

She grabbed the shiny package and made her way back to the reception until she stopped in her tracks as she overlooks a sign on one of the walls. Room 25. She takes some steps closer and looks through the small window, where a black woman lies on the bed and stared blankly at the ceiling, her semblance rather melancholic while the machines showed a stable condition of her current state.

The sign indicated her name "Reba Mcclane"....the Dragon's muse. 

Alice felt an instinct sensation to open that door, but her hand only touched the handle before she stopped herself from doing it. Why did she want to see that woman? Unlike many other occasions, she didn't feel kindness, perhaps she grew colder over the years..No, what she seeks in Reba's presence was different...maybe...curiosity.

Was she allowed to do such a thing? To cross limits and trouble that already painful soul? A soul that, in her current situation, resembled her so much. No one could ever understand Alice's conflict...otherwise Reba Mcclane.

The door was now open, and, in careful steps, Alice entered without notice. No one else was nearby, and thinking deeply about the subject now, that hospital was quite poor in security aspects, hence anyone could enter a patient's room easily.

"Who is there?" The woman suddenly asked, she was more perceptive than Alice thought.

"Um...hello, sorry to come in like this...my name is Alice Graham-"

"Are you related to that agent who came earlier? Will Graham?" Reba suggested.

"Yes...that's right, I'm his wife."

Reba only nodded. "Did he forget anything or-"

"If you don't mind..I'd like to speak with you."

The woman made a confused expression, but she was too kind to refuse, she only agreed in silence and allowed Alice to stay close to her bed.

"Are you from the FBI too?" The Dragon's muse asked.

"Not exactly...but I'm helping them with the investigation as well." Alice replied. "Wil told me about...what happened, I'm very sorry for...your loss...glad you're okay."

Reba remained in silence for a moment, perhaps trying to decipher Alice's intentions. "I'm glad he can't hurt anyone anymore. That's all." She said fiercely.

Alice became frozen. "What...?"

Reba noticed the confusion on her voice. "Francis.The...Dragon...he's dead." She replied. "Shot his face and burned the house."

Alice couldn't speak. It was over, the threat over her family, the reason for her return, and Hannibal's reunion: it was dead.

An instant relief took over her, she could sigh heavily, as if a huge weight was taken from her back but...why did she also feel...uneasy? She could finally go home and resume her life, go back to where she stopped, where everything was perfect...but why did she feel this...emptiness inside her?

"And...how do you feel? I mean...the FBI affirmed that you were both very intimate."

Reba didn't seem to recall his persona with the same affection she grew in the beginning, otherwise, she seemed to hold grudges against a monster.

"That was before I discovered who he was."She shook her head."He was crazy. Crazy,all right. That's it: crazy."

"But...all you felt...simply...disappeared?"

"It died with him."She said decided. "Why would I love someone like him? A killer?"

Her speech stabbed Alice with a knife. "But you loved something about him, didn't you? something...something made you feel like this, it couldn't have died so easily, right?"

Reba denied. "It would be insane to continue loving someone like him...he almost killed me, he...he was evil. Who could just forgive and go on?"She sniffed bitterly. "You have to be just as batshit crazy to accept it."

Alice felt a punch down her stomach. Was it true? To empathize with a killer was being one? Was it the same way to lower at another level and ignore the signs, the red flags? She promised herself to kill Hannibal in her mind but couldn't, promised to ignore, to pretend e didn't exist, but he continued to burn ardently in the darkest depths of her heart, holding her as his prisoner.

Maybe Reba was right.

Maybe Alice was just as crazy as her favorite killer.

Maybe he wasn't the only problem at all.

"Is something wrong? You turned very silent now." Reba brought her back to reality.

"If you...if you could turn back time...would you have met Francis again? Would you have loved him again if you had the choice?"Alice asked in a weak voice that almost made the hospitalized woman suspect her questions.

"At the beginning, I thought he could make me happy. But eventually...now that I know what I know...I can't feel the same." She replied. "To love someone like that...it needs tons of courage and insanity, which I luckily lack of." Alice felt her eyes fill with tears at the realization of her own state. "May I ask what's the motive of all these questions? The FBI doesn't think I have something to do with his crimes, right?"

"No, no they don't, don't worry...it's just for  the records."Alice cleaned a tear that broke down running. "Thank you...for your cooperation, Reba...hope you recover soon.

The words Reba said after that sentence echoed in the air, they were blurred due to the nitid bothering feeling Alice had inside her chest. Her shoes moved slowly, in a weak mannerism as she made her way back to the reception and looked into Blanche's eyes...those eyes killed her, mutilated her as she delivered the bag of chips and the little girl opened an innocent huge smile.

Alice knew now.

She could never be free from Hannibal because she was the one who held him captive inside her heart.

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Heaven and hell on earth, to wonder how they could possibly exist inside a person's mind, how to connect with someone else through this psychotic and unbreakable bond between two soulmates. They could still find it, the supercut of a bittersweet nostalgic past, drawing and rewriting around the scars over and over again until they reopen and start to bleed, the red slipping through their fingers until they can't stop it any longer. Until they can't deny it any longer, until it became real and clear, as a sinful melody that haunted their dreams but was sincere, sincere as never before, more sincere than the play pretend they tried to hide, more sincere than the curse words and the tears dropped, more sincere than life and death. Because death brought heaven and hell to them. Death transformed itself into paradise, because it united them, even as malicious, tortuous, and chaotic as it is. It was true.

In the back of his mind, they were still there, in a timeless chapel, this time no choir, no celebrations, her dress still a mix between purity and scarlet murder, as the lightning came from the windows, invading their souls filled with that darkness that attracted themselves to one another.

"The dragon is dead." Her whisper was just as chilly as the wind that blew away the red candles of his mind palace, a small smile grew on his face, perhaps only her presence already managed to drag away all his demons and warm up his humanity.

"Congratulations." He whispered. "You helped your husband to erase the menace and brought safety to your family again." Hannibal Lecter twisted the dream reality with the grey walls surrounding his glass cage where he looked at his previous lover. "You can go home now... if that still makes sense." He pondered as he looked into those gelid blue eyes that still meant his existence. "Does it make sense?" His whisper proved the hidden nature of that rendezvous.

Alice's lips trembled to show a proper response. "Of course it does." She replied in a weak tone that didn't convince him much. "I liked my life there." She tried to tell herself as Hanibal walked around his cell, the aspect gentle, serene, hands behind his back.

"You'll see it's not the same."He muttered back, his fingers shivering behind, creeping into that interior anxiety she cause whenever close to him, similar to the time he fell first, to the time he was so insecure about that feeling, that haunting sensation she caused on him and still did. "The unspoken knowledge will live with you, like an unwanted company in your house."

"Will and I want it to be the same."She took in a deep breath to assure him.

Hannibal softly clenched his jaw, trying not to show too much. "When your life appears to be an empty canvas...think about me." His hazel eyes met hers in a begging gesture. "Think about me, Alice." She continued silent. "Unless you already do." Their glance fell onto the necklace around her neck.

Alice touched delicately the chain, realizing it was useless to maintain that secret any longer, at that moment, both their souls were poured onto the truth, the misery of what they felt. Her thin fingers delicately lifted the jewelry until his sight. The flaming ruby sparkling in their preferences as a burning souvenir of an era. The hands behind his back tightened their grip on one another, as his expression forced itself to appear as a calm stone as it always used to be. Maybe that way, it'd hurt less.

Her steps were fragile towards the wall that divided them, so close now that there was barely any gap between them. "You kept it."His voice finally emerged from his throat.

"I tried to throw it away."She confessed the mouth a straight painful line. "To maybe drown it into a river so I could never find it, or burn it into ashes and spread it into a furious stormy wind. To bury it as a body and never uncover the truth that follows me all these years..."Her eyes reflected the void of sanity she lacked because of him. "But I couldn't." She looked back at him, turning his figure even more weak. "Because I'd still remember your voice...it repeated itself...over and over again...almost as a curse that never left me."She whispered as both their eyes became crystalline and needy. "There wasn't a single day that I thought you left me." She confessed as her heart bleed to him.

Hannibal discretely took a deep breath, his hands behind his back almost injured themselves by their grip, if they continued like that for much longer...he wouldn't be able to contain himself, he wouldn't be able to keep acting. He wished to break that glass, break it with his bare hands and run to her, embrace her to never let her go again, but at the same time, he hesitated, scared, knowing that there was the slightest possibility that this would never be possible again. "I've never left you. Not completely."

She nodded. "You surrender yourself so I could still find you. You'd only do that if I rejected you." His silence confirmed her suspicions. "I was the one who left you" 

Hannibal took a step closer to the glass, his large hand, almost red by the strength he applied earlier, now touched delicately the barrier between them, setting both their hearts in a race. "To be fair...There wasn't a single day that I thought you left me." Alice looked deeply into his eyes, letting the emotions overflow her body as tormenting summer rain. "Will you be able to do that now?"

Instinctively, Alice didn't think, her hand only crept to touch the other side of the glass where his hand stood. The gesture made him sigh, pursing his lips, holding back the tears as she attempted to be strong instead.  "I wish I have never met you." She whispered, shattering their hearts once again. "That way...I wouldn't have felt the greatest love of all time and wouldn't miss it like I do now."

Alice's finger left the transparent surface as she took a step back, her eyes still locked with his. God, those eyes killed her. Alice turned away, she couldn't face him any longer. She knew it, knew she wasn't normal for wishing that companionship again, she wasn't sane for forgiving or forgetting over and over again, wasn't lucid to only wish...

"Lissy."Her nickname cut her ears as she stopped by the door. She turned around, and just that moment was worse than any carnal cheating she could've ever done to her husband. "Was it good to see me?"

Her lips parted in the slightest surprise, an invitation that he wished to seal with his own, as she thought about the appropriate answer. "No." She whispered, lowering her shy gaze to the ground. "It was rather... inconvenient." And with that word, she left.

And with that word, they realized: It was useless to lie, in this, or any other lifetime...they were soulmates.

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"It is strange how every time you reach me, you are at the edge of an epiphany, yet refuse to see it by yourself." 

"Perphaps because you are the last person I'd like to seek advice from."

"Yet the most efficient one."Bedelia Du Maurier opened a polite smile. "You've met him again."

Alice took a deep breath as she found herself again at that woman's house, in the same chair she was in almost 6 years ago. At the time, she had just found the truth about Hannibal and now she was finding the truth about herself.

The room was silent, meticulously decorated as always, and Bedelia normally flawless. She didn't show any empathy or remorse, she was...herself. A professional therapist fulfilling her duties and watching the world burn in chaos. Alice sometimes wondered if Hannibal chose a woman like Bedelia instead, perhaps things could've worked better, a cold-blooded creature like him...but at the same time, Alice refused to imagine it, she refused to believe that the effect she caused on him during those years wasn't the best, any less than her everything. Refused to believe that she would always be the right choice for him.

"I've received the news of your wedding...and the daughter. Congratulations."Bedelia said without showing any emotion. "I believe it must be an awkward situation to face someone who you've been so intimate with after 3 years of changing."

"I came here to help Will."

And did you help him?" Alice nodded. "So the problem is solved."

"And now I can go home...as if nothing has
ever happened."

Bedelia analyzed the woman's figure for a moment. "But you don't think that way."She guessed. "Is that really your home, Alice, or do you tell yourself it is?"

She remained silent.

"Hannibal made you realize that, didn't he?"

"I was stuck for three years in a perfect trance of the American dream."She muttered. "And when I stepped into that cell...when I looked at him.."She failed to speak. "...I didn't know where I belonged to anymore."

"Did you feel as if you're his property?"

"No...otherwise, it felt like..."She stopped. "...It felt like I had these two lives in front of me. One with Hannibal, and the other with Will...But I didn't want to choose between them."

"You love both."

"I love Hannibal." She admitted ashamed. "There's no one who would ever made me feel understood, so exposed and vulnerable as him." Alice whispered. "But he hurt me. His habits hurt me, and I believed that was something I could never heal from..."

"Until Will Graham." Alice nodded. "He was a getaway car from your depression."

"In both lives, I lived to their patterns, I shaped myself into their needs, trying to save and cure what was ill..."She whispered. "When I see Hannibal...my soul burns and aches for him...But my body becomes rigid, scared of running away and returning to that life again."

"You love the man, but not the journey."

"The journey killed me," Alice told her. "But I believe I have never born again truly with Will."

"Because you did the same again, you became a tool in his hands, useful for what he needed, just so you couldn't be by yourself."Bedelia crossed her legs as she watched her. "So you couldn't solve this."

"I couldn't change Hannibal."She whispered. "But I've changed in so many ways..."

"You've transformed and now you can't recognize your own creation."

"I abominate it," Alice revealed, shaking her head. "I feel a fraction of myself again when I talk to him...but at the same time, I feel close to losing myself again."

"Can't live with him, can't live without him." Bedelia pondered. "You are stuck in an endless cycle." She leaned forward. "The question is, Alice...do you want to break it, or will you revive it once again?"

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"Yaaayyyy!" A little girl cheered as she reached the hotel room. Alice closed her eyes and took a deep breath to gain courage as she saw her daughter and her husband playing, running in circles around the room. How awful she felt, how dirty, how...wrong she felt to feel what she did. Because now whenever she looked into that heartwarming scene, it didn't look the same, it never would, and the shallowness, the hollow that lived within her grew more and more, while her soul filled with the darkness and the depression of hiding and pretending. 

Will carried Blanche on his shoulders, as if he was some sort of airplane and ran in circles around the room, as his daughter cheered and laughed. How happy Blanche was, how much her daughter loved that family...

"Look!"Blanche pointed making her human airplane stop. "Mommy!" Will turned around, his happy semblance disappearing at the sight of his secretive wife who had disappeared for the past hours.

"Hey, sweetie."Alice greeted her daughter with a kiss on her cheek, but Will's eyes continued to follow Mrs.Graham, they burned her skin at each movement.

Will put Blanche on the ground, the girl complained but he managed to convince her with the promise of ice cream for dinner. They left her inside the room and took Alice outside, by the motel's fluorescent pool. The night was dark, and only a few stars dared to make an appearance before that upcoming argument.

"Where have you been?" He asked after a long moment of silence as they stared at the empty road ahead.

"Wandering." She replied without turning to him. 

"Francis Dolarhyde is dead." He whispered. "We can go home now." He continued, staring slightly at her elegant yet nostalgic profile illuminated by the pool's artificial blue lightning. "We can return to our lives."

Alice didn't say anything else, she only remained with a dead silence as Will's heart grew with anxiety. "What's wrong?" He looked at her. "You seem...different."

"Did you do that on purpose?" She suddenly let it out. 

"Did what?"

"Did you set Chilton up?" Her sapphire eyes finally interrogated him. "Did you send him to death by putting your hand on his shoulder in that picture?"

He remained quiet for a second. "Are you really going to believe-"

"Answer me." She demanded in a cold tone.

He sighed tiresome, running his hands through his chocolate brown hair. "What do you think?" His eyes met hers as her expression turned into a fragile, scared one. "Ali..."

Alice closed her fists and clenched her jaw trying to swallow the tears but failing, her throat was raspy and the groan she let out was filled with pain and frustration. Will felt broken to see her that way, her arms shaking in the air in an episode of fury. "FUCK!"She yelled and turned to him, her cheeks wet by the tears. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She stepped her feet hard on the ground.

"Alice-" He tried to touch her but she avoided the contact.

"What the hell is wrong with me?!" She asked angry. "What did I do to deserve this? First him, now you!"She mumbled through violent sobs making her body shake. "Two...psychos thirsty for blood!" She yelled at him. "I fucking thought you were different! That this time it would be different!" She kicked and punched the air as Will watched the woman he loved destroy herself even further. "What did you do that? For...jealousy?" Will failed to reply. "DAMN YOU, WILL!" She pointed to his face. "You promised me...you fucking promised me when you saw me that way...when you saw me crying on my knees on the snow when he was gone...you promised me you weren't like him."

His eyes challenged her into the conflict. "And did you really believe it?" His voice came out as a whisper as she lost her breath...did she believe? "You and Hannibal...you know who I truly am. You've always known, Ali." He confessed. "Don't pretend to be innocent now."

She pursed her lips as the sadness filled her chest, the tears broke down again, as he tried to hold her shoulders. "So I am the problem."

"I'm not saying that-"

"Two fuckers ruined my life and it's my fault." She lamented. "I don't remember...I don't remember what it is like not to fear anymore...what is it like to not miss or mourn...I don't know..."She looked blankly at him, almost as if she was lost. "I don't know who I am anymore."

"Alice, please-"

"I've changed when I met you, I've changed after Hannibal, I've always bent and broke for others without asking why...I've always existed for others and now..."She whispered incredulously. "I have no idea of what to do next..."

"Alice, you do, of course, you do." She held her firmly, looking almost desperate not to lose her. "You are going home, with me, with our daughter...don't let Hannibal get into your head-"

"I love Hannibal."She suddenly said, his eyes widening at the sentence. "I love Hannibal, I've always done and it is something I possibly may never recover...but I loved you." She looked at him. "For these three years, I appreciated how you support me, how you cared for me, for Blanche..."She sighed heavily. "But this isn't about you or him. Truth is, it was always about you, but never about me and...and that is suffocating me."She looked at him with watery glances. "I was a version of Alice Lecter for him, the ambitious, adventurous, dangerous, and devoted woman of his dreams...now Alice Graham for you, the perfect housewife, the mother, the redemption woman who seeks nothing else than peace...."She broke from his arms. "When deep down...I don't know what I want."

Alice took some steps back, watching the blue pool tremble by the moonlight. "I believe you are overthinking the situation-"

"Since Bree died..No, since my mother died...I've never realized what it is to live for myself only." She shook her head. "Bree, Colin, Hannibal, You...there was always someone I would rely myself on." She sniffed in a bitter smile. "And I'm almost doing that again, I'm almost...dropping everything to run back to him." She said in a sour but sweet tone. "Because maybe...maybe he was the person who made me realize that...to realize that I've never become who I was meant to be, since it isn't determined by you or him." She looked at Will. "I was meant to be something...beautiful."

"Alice..."Will replied now vulnerable as she looked at her, holding his heart in pieces. "I know...I know what I did to Chilton isn't...what you hoped for, or what I promised you would happen... You know why I did that, I'm...I'm scared of losing you-"

"Stop."She asked in a subtle beg. "Will...Stop, please..."  She shook her head. "You already lost me." He almost dropped to his knees at the sentence. "You and Hannibal...I'm not going back to any of those lives..."She spoke decidedly. "My heart won't betray me anymore for any of you."

He took one step further. "Alice, please"

"You pushed me away once so you could heal..."She gave an empathetic smile at him and cupped his face, holding him close, touching their foreheads as she absorbed the warmth of the moment, gaining the courage to live again. "...it's time for you to do the same to me."

"I don't understand-"

"I know you don't." She whispered. "We thought...we thought a cure would come through, that this would be enough...but it won't." She breathed the same air as his while Will held her hands on his face.  "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..." His body trembled in tears as she closed her eyes trying not to change her mind again only to protect him. "Jack offered me the guest room in his house, I'm taking Blanche with me tonight."

Will looked at her abruptly, his eyes reflected pure horror. "No."bHe begged. "No, no, please...Ali, please...I..I won't be able to...without you...I'll be only-" Her lips crashed into his putting f the sentence, that was a needy goodbye kiss, one that could last long ages because of their impossible love promise. The bitter tears confirmed their fate as he helplessly tried to hold onto his clarity, his love, his everything.

When they pulled apart, almost with no air in their lungs, She nodded in silence, telling him once again about what she had to do.

Without any other words, Will and Alice returned to their room. She rejected her heart's idea to hold his hand, the pain would become too unbearable.

"Sunshine?" Will called his daughter as he was about to open the door. "Your mom and I need to..."He barely touched the door when it opened itself alone. "...you, " Will whispered in surprise.

Alice is paralyzed by the absence of light perceptive in the hallway. "Will...did you leave the door open?"She asked in a weak sentence.

Will stepped forward as a way to shield his wife. "No." He suddenly replied and entered the darkness of the previous shelf to find Blanche.

Once he turned on the lights, overlooking the whole area, there was a clear conclusion: she was nowhere to be found.

"Blanche?"Alice became anxious. "Blanche sweetie, this is not the time to play games, please, come out from wherever you're hiding" She ordered but no one came out.

Will worked differently, he started to mess up the room, throwing furniture and opening cabinets, and closets furiously taking anything in his way in a helpless way to find his daughter who already wasn't in that room anymore.

"Will."Alice tried to call him, but he could only hear his agitated heartbeat and breath, everything faded away at that moment. Only finding her mattered now. He needed to find her. "Will, she isn't here." Alice repeated with her hands glued to her chest, tears rolling down her eyes as she watched Will lose himself in the situation. "WILL!"She brought him back to his senses.

He turned around, catching his breath, the gaze lost as he tried to take in the situation. "He was here."He spoke softly. Alice looked tense at him. "The Dragon, he was here."Alice held a painful whimper as she watched his mind work and make a way into what happened. "But he didn't..."He barely had the courage to say it. "He needs me to find him...he needs me and..."His thought completed the same as Alice's. "He wants to change us." He confessed. "Me and Hannibal."